Testo Santa's Got a Sweet Tooth - The Dip
Testo della canzone Santa's Got a Sweet Tooth (The Dip), tratta dall'album Santa's Got a Sweet Tooth
When Christmas came around this year
It was a different kind of atmosphere
No chestnuts roasting, and no more wine
She just had me on the kitchen grind
Had me sifting flour, 25 pounds an hour
And creaming butter like you wouldn't believe
I need you to tell me, baby, what all this is for
'Cause I don't think I can eat anymore, and she said
Santa's got a sweet tooth (woo, ooh, woo)
And he's coming down the chimney tonight
Santa's got a sweet tooth (woo, ooh, woo)
And I wanna treat the big man right
My baby spent the whole damn night
Baking cookies, cakes, and pies
I wonder why?
Later that night I heard a sound that didn't seem right
I looked down peeking from the top of the stairs
And you can guess who was standing there
It was old Saint Nick sucking on a peppermint stick
His beard was covered in crumbs
But when the treats were gone, Santa moved on
And my baby coming back to bed, she said
Santa's got a sweet tooth (woo, ooh, woo)
And he's coming down the chimney tonight
Santa's got a sweet tooth (woo, ooh, woo)
And I wanna treat the big man right
My baby spent the whole damn night
Baking cookies, cakes, and pies
I wonder why?
I fell back to sleep and had the most terrible dream
My baby was in love with one Christopher Kringle
No wonder she was making all those sweets
I jolted awake and she was gone
All of the sudden I heard sleigh bells on the rooftop
I ran over to the window, and what do you know?
She was flying off with Santa Claus
Yeah, yeah
Santa's got a sweet tooth (woo, ooh, woo)
And he's coming down the chimney tonight
Santa's got a sweet tooth (woo, ooh, woo)
And I wanna treat the big man right
My baby spent the whole damn night
Baking cookies, cakes, and pies
And I wonder why?
Please, baby, don't run off with that jolly, old man
He can't love you the way that I can
He comes around, but once a year
And scoops you up right outta here?
No, baby, it just ain't right
Flying off on me like that in the middle of the night
Please, baby, I can be sleek too
Oh-oh, man, what am I gonna do?
(Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho)
(Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho)
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Hunter, Evan Smith, Jarred Katz, Thomas Eddy, Brennan Carter, Jacob Lundgren, Levi Gillis
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