[ Lyrics ]

You don’t need a sleigh, just your hands on my waist —
driving through December like we’re made for mistakes.

Left the rooftop glow, city lights in the rear,
palm trees fading fast, but your smile's crystal clear.
Windows cracked for the breeze, heaters blasting low,
PCH at midnight, where the wild winds blow.
Your fingers trace the wheel, then slip into mine,
flirty little glances, crossing every line.
Neon on wet streets, reflecting in your eyes—
tonight we're chasing sparks under holiday skies.

You laugh at my playlist, say it's all too slow,
I lean in closer, let the tension grow.
No map, no rush, just the hum of the night—
park it here, baby, make it feel right.

You don’t need a sleigh, just your hands on my waist,
driving through December like we’re made for mistakes.
Backseat Santa, unwrap me slow,
traffic lights blinking, letting feelings show.
No sleigh, no reindeer, just your touch in the glow—
hands on my waist, yeah, we're made for mistakes.

Pulled off to the shoulder, hills hugging the curve,
nobody watching, got the whole world to serve.
Tangled in the leather, your breath on my neck,
cheap mistletoe magic, but we ain't checked.
Heaters on full, fogging up the glass,
flirty little dares in the rearview past.
Your jacket around me, December's disguise—
stealing every second, no alibis.

You whisper "Drive home?" I say "Or don't at all,"
heart racing faster than this coastal sprawl.
Electric piano hums, like the spark in your stare—
backseat confessions in the cool night air.

Windows down, world fades, just you pulling me near,
no North Pole needed, got my Santa right here.
One stolen kiss turns the chill to fire,
lips like a present, taking me higher.

You don’t need a sleigh, just your hands on my waist,
driving through December like we’re made for mistakes.
Backseat Santa, unwrap me slow,
traffic lights blinking, letting feelings show.
No sleigh, no reindeer, just your touch in the glow—
hands on my waist, yeah, we're made for mistakes.
Made for mistakes — mistakes — 

Hands on my waist… made for mistakes.