I don't have much to say but I'd like to say some more Before I leave these thoughts shut Behind your seasoned door I haven't been in naughty It's Christmas Eve you've dumped me Far beyond the mistetoe Waiting for it to explode Is this why they call it Xmas? Money in my wallet Presents in my stockings Hoping Santa's coming Fill up the tree with boxes This year ain't my business Because this list won't get finished All that I want is my Ex back on Christmas The season's to be jolly And spend until you drop Lie to the kids that he's real With lots of love and stuff And even if I do get All the gifts in the world I might have enough for next year But I still need you girl Is this why they call it Xmas Please don't be that Ex on Christmas I got your presents figured out Your name in lights cover my house Your pictures deck the halls and all around I'll have myself wrapped with regret Faced down outside your front door step Wishing the best I never hadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
