Gather Round The Table

Verse 1

Turkey's in the oven and the kitchen's getting hot,

You're sneaking little touches every chance you got,

You lean in close behind me while the gravy starts to pour,

Whisper, "Dinner ain't the only thing I'm hungry for."

Chorus

Gather round the table, baby, sit right next to me,

Pass the rolls and sweet potatoes, steal a kiss where none can see,

When the plates are finally empty and the candles burn down low,

Save room for dessert, baby — that's when we'll start the show.

Verse 2

Your hand's on my thigh underneath the tablecloth,

Got me biting on my lip trying not to laugh it off,

Pumpkin pie and whipped cream never looked so good,

But you're the sweetest thing in this whole neighborhood.

Chorus

Gather round the table, baby, sit right next to me,

Pass the rolls and sweet potatoes, steal a kiss where none can see,

When the plates are finally empty and the candles burn down low,

Save room for dessert, baby — that's when we'll start the show.

Bridge

So thankful for the turkey, thankful for the wine,

But most of all I'm thankful that those hands are finding mine,

Soon as everybody's gone and we lock that front door tight,

We'll give thanks all over again for the rest of the night.

Chorus

Gather round the table, baby, sit right next to me,

You can butter up my biscuits, pour your gravy over me,

When the plates are finally empty and the candles burn down low,

Save room for dessert, baby — that's when we'll start the show.

Outro

Save room for dessert, baby — that's when we'll start the show.

Save room for dessert, baby — that's when we'll start the show.