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Well, it was on one |
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Christmas morning |
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Peoples, Chrismas is comin' back, again |
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Well, it was on one |
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Christmas morning |
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People, it's |
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Christmas comin' back, again |
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Well now, an |
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I'm tryin' to hide my little woman |
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To keep her from runnin' round wit these other men |
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Now Santa |
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Claus I want ya to bring my baby lotta toys |
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Now Santa |
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Claus I want you to bring my baby a lotta toys |
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Now, I know my baby wants to have fun |
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Now with these other litle girls an boys |
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Santa Claus |
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Santa Claus, can |
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I get you to understand? |
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Santa Claus |
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Santa Claus, can |
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I get you to understand? |
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Now said I want you to bring my baby one of these radios |
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And two or three of them little 'lectric fans (harmonica & instrumental) |
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I want Santa |
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Claus, to bring my baby one of these coats |
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I mean wit' that long fur hangin' down |
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I want Santa |
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Claus, to bring my baby, one of these new coats |
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Wit' that long fur hangin' down |
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Now I want her to be lookin' good |
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Lord, when |
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I drop back in her town |
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Now, Santa |
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Claus Santa |
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Claus, can't you hear my lonesome cry? |
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Santa Claus |
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Santa Claus, can't you hear my lonesome cry? |
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Well now be tryin' you to do what |
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I told ya |
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Santa Claus, before |
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I tell you goodbye. |
