Just let me think a minute.
I can't deal with this until
the Christmas season's finit."
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And it's greed that brings us bliss
Those gifts you'd better give it
Buy the most expensive tree
and pay someone to trim it.
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Feel the needle's steel kiss
Infinity's the limit
Christmas day, out of my brain
It's the only way to live it
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Oh, you'll bleed a little, yes miss
Right this very minute
I'll slice that dress right off your body
and yes, I think I'll skin it
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Oh, we need a little Christmas,
right this very minute.
We need to feel the Christmas way
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Yeah, you only get the chorus because I've made it a point never to sit through the entirety of this song. It's my least favorite "seasonal" (read: crap) tune, beating out even the imminently perky "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas." I also made it all chorus because the song always seems to droningly repeat itself like that, locked into its vicious happy-thoughts cycle, oblivious to reality's disregard for our self-imposed seasons.
"I loved the time when a little clumsy rhymin could fit the crown on your head."
