the love you bring So you better not shout, you better not pout Yall know what I'm talkin' about Merry Christmas to all and have a good night Yo Hilary
me tell you something, you whiny little snot There's something wrong with all you kids today You just don't appreciate all the things you've got We were
views And get rid of those people who are always on a down It's easy enough to tell what is wrong But that's not what I want to hear all night long Some
Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue Everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you Street lights glisten on the boulevard And cold nights
on I would listen to it all night long Just to hear my favorite song You'd have to wait but you could hear it on the AM radio Yeah, you could hear the
rat, will it break? Perhaps it's the head that I found in the lake Listen now you don't understand That's not the point of Christmas land Now pay attention
ring for you, I'ma sing for you I'll do anything for you to see you smile And if that mockingbird don't sing And that ring don't shine, I'ma break that
Something you said one night started me thinking How sweet love is as it begins Taken for granted, it slips through your fingers And leaves you on needles
alright We'll see you there when we get there We'll see you there when we get there On the video Or the radio In the magazines On the movie screens
many faces that the only way that I could ever get you all together would be to die So you could ask what's the point of makin friends You just end up
the cities some of them did things that weren't so pretty Most were there for primal scream therapy News men concentrated on the negative liked the jingoists
the baby's birthday party that brings us so much cheer Now kids the presents that all of you exchange on Christmas Represents the gifts that baby Jesus received the night
secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The northern lights have seen queer sights but the queerest they ever did see, was that night on the
Son said my mother when I was knee high You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
So for one of the neighbors and for us it was a good Christmas night Christmas came and Christmas went Christmas that year was heaven sent And my daddy put on
Christmas Day. Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day. Oh a moment still worth was a glow, all the bells rang out there were tears
Let the night begin, there's a pop of skin And the sudden rush of scarlet There's a little boy riding on a goat's head And a little girl playing the harlot There
now Mary's Christmas baby Mary's Christmas baby Mary's Christmas baby Is God's own Son, I said that Mary's Christmas baby Mary's Christmas baby Mary's Christmas
