that's long and white Who comes around on a special night Santa comes around on a special night Special Night, beard that's white Must be Santa Must be Santa Must be
(Kim Gannon, Walter Kent, 1943) I'll be home for Christmas You can count on me Please have snow and mistletoe And presents on the tree Christmas Eve
Throw my ticket out the window, Throw my suitcase out there, too, Throw my troubles out the door, I don't need them any more 'Cause tonight I'll be staying
They say ev'rything can be replaced, Yet ev'ry distance is not near. So I remember ev'ry face Of ev'ry man who put me here. I see my light come shining
the door, You don't have to worry any more. I'll be your baby tonight. Shut the light, shut the shade, You don't have to be afraid. I'll be your baby
emptiness that can't be filled You've had enough hatred Your bones are breaking (and you) can't find nothing sacred, (but) Ye shall be changed, ye shall be
every time you get this close It makes me want to scream. You touched me and you knew That I was warm for you and then, I ain't never gonna be the same
's disguise. I wanna be your lover, baby, I wanna be your man. I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours. Well, the undertaker
