around it's all in the breathing. Hold me tight, just hold me tight. Close your eyes to the dj. Close your eyes and fade away. Making out to the dj. Making out to the dj. . She wakes up in the
One two three four. (Ooh oh) (Ooo ooh, Merry Christmas Saint Nick). Well way up north where the air gets cold. There's a tale about Christmas. That you've all been told. And a real famous cat
gonna stare you down. You cook much better on a lower flame. You burn much better when the sun goes down And heaven can wait. But you ought to be a saint. I've got your very best intentions. Helping
There's a big dilemma. 'Bout my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah. There's a big dilemma. 'Bout my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah. She used to knock me out. Until her face broke out. There's a big
