off at the North Pole To spend a holiday I called on dear old Santa Claus To see what I could see He took me to his workshop And told his plan to me
for change and singing in these streets now Long as I care to recall The dank little lounge room in the Roosevelt hotel My idea of a holiday Every
home with you baby She's got a way of making things okay when she's not around When she's not around I'm going crazy We like to talk about the plans
away for the holidays, dinner in a strait jacket turkey tray And the kids who have been beat down with a stick You ain't gotta take it from the family plan
her there's no pretending to feel the way i feel i'd never second guess myself if everything was real she could keep a secret she could make the plans
fuck the rest whole It takes one drop of purity to clean the chess pool The next crew, will be comprised of kings and queens Wearing crowns and holiday
at the north pole To spend the holiday I caught on old dear Santa Claus To see what I could see He took me to he?s workshop And told his plans to me
Last nights hero picking up his dues A honeymoon gambled on a ricochet She's staring at the brochures at the holidays Chalking up a name in your hometown
I know this holiday hooker, I think her name is Jan, and if you 'aint got no money (hell yeah), she's got a layaway plan, I got a blowjob from her
me hit the 40 cause my throat is kinda dry yo When I'm on stage it's like a broadway play King tee and mc breeze and jennifer holiday But breeze, my
CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ARMS Writers Bill Anderson, Steve Wariner RECORDED BY ALABAMA All my friens are asking me where I plan to spend the holidays People
Heaven's plan And when the morning comes You will be with me Puttin' your breakfast on the table Daddy do you have enough to eat? And every day will be a holiday
[Verse one] I can truly say it's not everyday Someone makes me feel this way Just like a star Shooting past the moon Feel like a holiday I wanna
Check it out I can truly say, it's not everyday Someone makes me feel this way Just like a star shooting past the moon It felt like a holiday I wanna
, in a little bit Haven't got all night Night, all night, yeah Everybody there thinks you're lazy Got a quiz on the state of the biz at your parents' holiday
This flurry of plans is over, over And I'm sorry and glad together Our bustling house is sane now, sane now And I'm sorry and glad together Didn't it
Sitting at my desk, 'cause I manifest to my team Big plans that'll make us the best 'Cause we can rule this game we all play Pop champagne and make everyday a holiday
you play the game Roll the dice 'cause you're allowed to win Pick your number in back of the line Check in the shorts for a holiday plan Is to wear the