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Dirty Girl, Wrong Girl, Bad Girl [Cancelled] (Latrelle) · Adam and Eve (Catherine Wheel) · Blame It on Eve (Rockstar Barbeque) · New Year's Eve at Winterland (Grateful Dead) · Eve of Destruction: 30 Years of Rock 'n Roll (The Turtles) · It's Good, Eve (Vonda Shepard) · The Lost Christmas Eve [U.S. Version] (Trans-Siberian Orchestra) · Christmas Eve with Johnny Mathis (Johnny Mathis) · Late Night Christmas Eve (Scott Hamilton) · The Lost Christmas Eve (Trans-Siberian Orchestra) – and 90 other albums »


The North Pole, ain't that cold
If you wanna go
I got you baby

Be my date this Christmas Eve
Be my holiday, my dream
Lay your head on me
I got you babe, whoa
The North Pole, ain't that cold
If you wanna go
I got you baby

Be my date this Christmas Eve
Be my holiday, my dream
Lay your head on me
I got you babe, whoa
a honky tonk Christmas
But I'll be over you by New Year's Eve
"Blue Christmas" turn it up I want to hear it
So I can unwrap all them memories in my mind
no real substitute
For a ball struck squarely and firmly
And you're the kind of girl who wants to
Open up the bottle of pop
Too early in
Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know

Who's that girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la)
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la)
Here's for all the girls and boys
Stockings full of gifts and joys
People smile who pass you buy
Children cheer the reason why

It's Christmas Eve do you
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and grandpa we
who drives a sleigh and plays with elfs !

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say theres no such
To a man who drives a sleigh
And plays with elves

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no
Uh, uh
Yo, yo, yo
They want to know

[Chorus]
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la,
sure they know by Christmas Eve
Pray that everyone sees that we've opened the eyes
That were closed
For Christ's sake it's Christmas
And for Christ's
By Chris James and Walter Egan

Damned if I will said Adam to Eve
What made you mess with that tree
Forbidden fruit from some snake in the grass
Just
And lift the weary and the weak 
Keep you near this Christmas Eve 
There is a star that shines tonight 

Once the angel did appear, to say be not afraid
souls
Oh, God forgive the man who drives right by the other man
Have pity on the stranger in the cold

'Cause Christmas Eve can kill you
When you're
It's the male who is Satan 

From the tree of knowledge 
(A metaphor for sex)
Plucked a ripened globe of fruit 
That of her innocence 
Since forbidden,
you say? Who that you talking all 
crazy on the phone to- who was that?

[Eve]
Oh my god! Why is you trippin? Damn we go through this every fucking
I'm not so bad
I just hate to see a good time had
By everyone but me
On this lonely Christmas Eve
I hear them up and down
And up and down
I'm not so bad
I just hate to see a good time had
By everyone but me
On this lonely Christmas Eve
I hear them up and down
And up and down
to grow
But you're right it's a long way home
By the light of eve
Broken and bold

I am reminded of Bonnie
When the day breaks into dark.
I think there's
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and grandpa we
[Eve]
Keep it shaking cali keep it quaking
'Cause the ryders got me bringin home the bacon
Show me love and it wasn't no mistakin
That I would
about who I am
Blond bee, find me in the hood with my peoples
Love y'all, hate the rest of y'all that I can see through
Above that, I can't feel
Ruff Ryder niggas 

I ain't really fuckin with it like that shit 



[Eve] 

Yo  yo nigga if you shy move on 

Only room for a thug that can
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa,
way back home, under his bed

When the weight comes down
When the weight comes down

In the night there's a girl who doesn't mind her ragged