Well, well, well Just because you think you're so pretty And just because your momma thinks you're hot Well, just because you think you've got something That no other girl has got
You've caused me to spend all my money You laughed and called me old Santa Claus Well, I'm telling you Baby, I'm through with you Because, well well, just because
Well, well, well There'll come a time when you'll be lonesome And there'll come a time when you'll be blue Well, there'll come a time when old Santa He won't pay your bills for you
You've caused me to lose all my women And now, now you say we are through Well, I'm telling you Baby, I was through with you A long, long time ago
Well, just because you think you're so pretty And just because your mama thinks you're the hottest thing in town Well, just because you think you've got something That nobody else has got
You've caused me to spend all of my money Honey, you laughed and called me your old Santa Claus Well, I'm telling you, baby, I'm through with you Because, well well, just becauseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
