歌词
@migu music@
It's the night
Before Christmas and I have you on my mind
And I wish you could be here tonight
So I could kiss you, so I could hold you one more time.
All the signs
Seem to point in your direction, all the time
And it's hard for me to not just drive there
Run, walk, or fly there
So I could hold you one more time.
I'll be hanging mistletoe
Because I never know
When you will be here with me
Or stars on the tree
I wish I could see you again.
Oh, if I could choose, I would never spend another Christmas without ya.
And if the fat guy in the chimney comes through
He'll give me the opportunity to unwrap ya
If I can't have you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
Under my tree
Don't you wake me
In the morning
Cause I don't wanna spend another Christmas without ya.
I don't wanna spend another Christmas without ya.
I could bring
Two turtle doves and five golden rings
And some more if that would get you right here
Maybe just lay here, so I could hold you one more time.
I'll be hanging mistletoe
Because I never know
When you will be here with me
Or stars on the tree
I wish I could see you again.
Oh, if I could choose, I would never spend another Christmas without ya.
And if the fat guy in the chimney comes through
He'll give me the opportunity to all wrap ya.
If I can't have you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
Under my tree
Don't you wake me
In the morning
Cause I don't wanna spend another Christmas without ya.
Without you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
Without you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
Under my tree
Under my tree
Under my tree
Oh, if I could choose, I would never spend another Christmas without ya
And if the fat guy in the chimney comes through
He'll give me the opportunity to all wrap ya
Oh, if I could choose, I would never spend another Christmas without ya
And if the fat guy in the chimney comes through
He'll give me the opportunity to all wrap ya
If I can't have you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou
Under my tree
Don't you wake me
In the morning
Cause I don't wanna spend another Christmas without ya.
I don't wanna spend another Christmas without ya.
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