Testo Dear Santa - Jay Brannan
Testo della canzone Dear Santa (Jay Brannan), tratta dall'album Dear Santa - Single
Dear Santa, the thing is this year has been lame
It always seemed I always dreamed by
Now I'd have someone else's last name
Way past grown, sleeping in a shrunken bed
All alone, unless you count the squatters tearing up my head
Tried so hard to be good all year long
But we are all inherently bad and Frank had it wrong
Santa, oh, Santa, where were you last night?
I asked for nothing, I even left some cookies
Right by the open window, I don't have
A chimney, just a heart of gold, you see
Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me
Dear Santa, could you use a six-foot-one elf?
I'm sick of taking stock from this
Widow's walk up here searching for myself
Is there any way I could hop aboard your sleigh?
Take a holiday, leave the work to me, your red-nosed blue jay
When people say the joy you bring's a children's thing, does it sting?
'Cause I will ring silver bells and sing
You're as real as Martin Luther King
Santa, oh, Santa, where were you last night?
I asked for nothing, I even left some cookies
Right by the open window, I don't have
A chimney, just a heart of gold, you see
Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me
Chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, gingerbread, too
A full selection for my convection in little shapes of you
Free-flowing ho-ho-ing's a lot for one man's jaws
If you're feeling brittle, I could bake a little Mrs. for your Claus
Santa, oh, Santa, where were you last night?
I asked for nothing, I even left some cookies
Right by the open window, I don't have
A chimney, just a heart of gold, you see
Imagine my surprise that not even Santa wants cookies from me
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Writer(s): Jay Brannan
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