Letras
I've been thinking 'bout you all year
Can't believe the season's finally here, babe
(I've been waiting so long for this)
See, I've been on my best behavior
So I'ma put this pen to paper, baby
(Put a couple things on this list)
Oh, like you, me, a bottle of Patron
A little camera phone so we can film it, let's film it
It feels right, so how could this be wrong?
And no one has to know the way I'm feeling, how you feeling?
'Cause I wanna fuck you for Christmas
Baby, come through, I know the weather's looking bad out there
Let me get you out the cold
Baby, you can put your back down here
Let me get you out from close
'Cause I wanna fuck you for Christmas
Baby, come through and let me ride on that sleigh, boy
Yeah, I can drive 'til we finish
'Cause I wanna fuck you
For Christmas and New Year's too
Next Christmas Eve, I saw you
I got a package, and I know it's just for me
We can do it by the fire underneath the mistletoe
The way I do it, you be feeling it until you get back to the North Pole
Oh, it's you, me, a bottle of Patron
A little camera phone so we can film it, let's film it
It feels right, so how could this be wrong?
You know and I should know the way I'm feeling, oh
'Cause I wanna fuck you for Christmas
Baby, come through, I know the weather's looking bad out there
Let me get you out the cold
Baby, you can put your back down here
Let me get you out from close
'Cause I wanna fuck you for Christmas
Baby, come through and let me ride on that sleigh, boy
Yeah, I can drive 'til we finish
'Cause I wanna fuck you for Christmas
Oh, fuck you, babe
Oh, fuck you, babe, yeah
Oh, fuck you, baby