my hand, come take my hand (Go to that place to get to this one) We'll walk this world together through the storm (Now some of you) Whatever weather, cold or warm
future shit, call me Billy Dee See, I'm just forward looking, that's how I really see See, while you Valentines, I'm thinking Christmas trees And that
shit, call me Billy Dee See I'm just forward looking, that's how I really see See while you Valentines, I'm thinking Christmas trees And that's happens
shoes, yo keep the shank ready Well, why not blow up the spot with Sadat Release the brain storm, to make your motherfuckin' brain warm A strange form
of an icy grave that pains. So I want you to swear that foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains." Well, a friend's last need is a thing to heed
It soon will be Christmas, bells will be ringing Blessings are all around For here in the white of a warm winter's night My love at last I've found
across the bay. when I look back at that night I get me a Warm spot across my heart." Then he shook my hand, and walked away. That's teh last I seen
It's in the singing of a street corner choir It's going home and getting warm by the fire It's true, wherever you find love it feels like Christmas A
ever you find love, it feels like Christmas It's true, where ever you find love It feels like Christmas It feels like Christmas It feels like Christmas It feels like Christmas
I don't care whre I spend Christmas as long as I spend Christmas in your arms It was only last December I had no Christmas spirir in my heart My world
Christmas day That it won't end Don't let the bells end Christmas time, just let them ring in peace Christmas time, don't let the bells end Christmas
to throw my towel in mayn I can't judge cause I cheated, you ain't hold no grudge I had a child with her, baby it's warm in love Then Christmas Eve we
tell everyone to wear their warm winter woolies and enjoy Christmas cos it's freezing cold outside. B*Witched: *Laugh* and a zip sound. B*Witched: Happy Christmas
gold has broken all my teeth, And this past Christmas, the air was too dry, We set fire to the wreath But we were warm and dry beneath This is the last
small talk chalk board, she said "this is less of a 'fixer-upper' than my last bar". funny, you're less of a 'fixer-upper' than my last whore. crass is
the farm I don't care where I spend Christmas As long as I spend Christmas in your arms It was only last December I had no Christmas spirit in my heart
spirit calls to me as well As if christmas had made the winter warmer Made a paradise from what was hell As if a cold and frozen soul is warm to love