I know she’s looking for some pothead to kiss her tonight
I always thought that she’s maybe a girl who needs a healthy life
She doesn’t mind about me but if she sees me she’ll get stoned and start to talk
And she said November was a great time to be in love and holding hands
December has come and she’s not here
December has come and she’s not here
I know where she’s from, she’s always near
Maybe in London or in south Brazil
I don’t miss anything and I do not care what she’s doing right now
And I’m focused on my life and my music, have no time to be sad
But I remember her skin I might not be someone good for her
But she’s got my shirt and my Lou Reed cd and I’m thinking that must be there
December has come and she’s not here
December has come and she’s not here
I know where she’s from, she’s always near
Maybe in London or in south Brazil
December has come and she’s not here
December has come
