The fireplace is all we got,
This studio's a special spot.
She's wearin' my old Christmas sweater,
Couldn't ask for one thing better... well...
The snow falls down on the avenue... But a thought just hit me, Santa, about you...
Dear Santa, I've been good, it's true,
Got my angel, need nothin' new.
if you're checkin' that list, here's my address,
A yellow Lambo — for romantic success!
But my real wish, no need to confess: Is her heart beatin' next to my chest! (But the car would cure my stress!)
No, I don't need a diamond ring,
I just need her and everything...
But since you're flyin' with the deer, Could you drop off some stuff right here?
So, Dear Santa, I've been good, it's true, (So nice!)
Got my angel, ain't that my best move? (Think twice!)
But if you're passin' my tree, here's my address!
A vintage Rolex — to time how long her kiss lasts!
But my real wish, no need to confess: Is her heart beatin' next to my chest! (But the watch would cure my stress!)
I know it's greedy, I confess,
But love's free, so... fund the rest!
So if you bring that watch and car so fine,
I'll have more time to make her mine.
So yeah, just her... Mostly her... (...And the Lambo).
Jingle bell rock? (More like jingle bell stock portfolio, huh?)
... Santa, baby... I love her.