You were all she ever wanted, that was once upon a time She was all you ever needed, that's what makes it such a crime How you took her heart for granted
this Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip Naked naughty and save Santa the trip Nasty naughty and save Santa the trip Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad naughty and save Santa
Agony lives in my soul, passion haunts my mind, peace and chaos fight in my heart, in my dreams there is always daylight... Black was the day, Constant
things seem so different though not much has changed at all self deconstruction and now i find that i am tearing down my walls always so cynical, careful
the North Pole And he's already got so many places to go We've got each other, don't need another gift Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip Santa
C'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c
Come on, come on, come, come on. come on, come on, come, come on. come on, Come on, come, come on. come on, come on, come, come on. come on, come on,
Baby I can't believe you I can barely conceive you Cause baby you're just too good to be true impossible you Well the Sandman must be scheeming playing
It's getting late the day's at its end And my favorite time is right around the bend It's when the time comes to turn the lights down low She pours the
He called me crazy But there?s toys and stuff all over the den Santa?s coming over to your house Christmas coming down the line Santa?s coming over
Better not pout, I'm tellin' you why Santa Claus is comin' to town He's making a list And checking it twice Gonna find out who's naughty and nice Santa
on every Christmas day Who says there's no Santa Hey, I've heard there ain't no Santa Claus But I know there's got to be a Santa Claus
Everyone's talking 'bout Elvis 'Cause it seems like the thing that we do Elvis is walking 'round listlessly Seems you can't even die if you wanted to
Sometimes late at night I wake up dreaming I reach out and feel for her, she's too good to be true Then I touch the sleeping softness of my Angel And
I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a super-nova I could walk like brando
If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there
Ohh yeah From baby to best with no second test These little storms destroy you And here is the fame they promised to give you Takin' the place of my hand