You better watch out, you better not cry. You better not pout, I'm telling you why. Santa Claus is coming to town. . He's making a list, he's checking it twice. He's gonna find out who's naughty
Strolling along country roads with my baby. It starts to rain, it begins to pour. Without an umbrella we're soaked to the skin. I feel a shiver run up my spine I feel the warmth of her hand in mine
