Lyrics:
a Blue, Blue Christmas without you, Baby
Santa's coming down the chimney tonight
When the kids go to bed we're going to have us a time
Santa hurry,
eat it, eat it
She was never this good in bed, even when she was sleepin'
Now she's just so perfect I've never been quite so fucking deep in
It
Stayed in bed all mornin' just to pass the time.
There's somethin' wrong here, there can be no denyin'.
One of us is changin', or maybe we've just
disappear to nothing
The day the world is over
We'll be lying in bed
I'm gonna rock you like a baby when the cities fall
We will rise
You don't need a lover in this climate
You don't need a boyfriend in your bed
These days, pull a blanket round you baby
If you're looking for
sleeping in you bed
Walking through the leaves
Falling from the trees
Feel like a stranger nobody sees
So many things we never will undo
I know you're
a morgue
And when the night is dead
Will you crawl into my bed
Or will you spend the night alone
Digging a grave
All by your self now
Baby let me lend you
you
I fit to fight for you
No shame in my game oh I want you in my place tonight
In my bed oh
In my bed oh
Your place or my place oh
Baby where are we
Come home late and your asleep
The kids in bed had much to eat
My backs in pain one more time
When my dreams gonna fall in line
Baby It's been you
Oh baby save me
In your yellow
Boots and your coat
Im layin my bed
I just can't get you
Out of my head
But her favourite colour is still
The red oh
at the ceiling for a while
I'm gonna lay in my bed
Stare at the ceiling for a while
My baby gonna miss me
My lady gonna miss me when I die
She won't see me
run
Lady Madonna, baby at your breast
Wonders how you manage to feed the rest
Pa pa pa pa,
See how they run
Lady Madonna lying on the bed
still a little tread in the weekend
We can get it unstuck or baby we can
Bunk in the back and listen to that
Creek bed with the river rollin' by
Naw
Vanderbilts and Whitneys
Lack baby clo'es,
Anything goes.
If Sam Goldwyn can with great conviction
Instruct Anna Sten in diction,
Then Anna shows
Valentino Red that's when that's when you switch
And I'm lookin (lookin) for a 2002 bitch
Cus I'm (fly) feathered up like a cock-a-tail baby
But I'm still
Crumbling inside my bed
It's confusing with you in my head
Words won't explain how much you mean to me
But baby,
You're not setting me free
It's so
or telephones.
You had your breakfast in bed before
But you won't have it there any more.
This is the army, Mister Green.
We like the barracks nice
history speaks of two baby teeth
I'm painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord hear my prayer
I've wasted my throes on your head
So can
Vanderbilts and Whitneys
Lack baby clo'es,
Anything goes.
If Sam Goldwyn can with great conviction
Instruct Anna Sten in diction,
Then Anna shows
I don't climb to bed, I had to call you up
And make sure you notice what I feel
How many times, I took for granted
But you know our love was
His face
His pretty face has got me charmed
Maybe I'm into a little harm
He sees violence as an art
He's in my head, oh
Oh he's in my bed, oh
His
from a kiss the sex is was insane
Got me thinking next time I dip I put you on a plane
Cause I can put you on that game but before you jump out the bed
Play the song on the radio
Gotta let my baby know
When I get it, I'm a take control
If it get too fast, I'm a take it slow
If it get too fast,
When the sun goes down and it's getting late
You say it's time for bed
She just takes her time
Acting like she never heard a word you said
Little
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