Sexual Christmas
The kids left home
We got the place to ourselves
It's Christmas Eve and I'm feeling sexy
I got a present for you
I can't not guess what it is
Why don't you feel it?
Go on shake it, investigate
I'm gonna base to Turkey
Took my tree in your bucket
Say bye to your pudding
A microwave your miserable pie
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
I'm feeling sexy, baby
Yeah!
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
Huh!
There's no one outside
They got to go to work
I got my pull wig up
Except the day before New Year's Eve
But it's only a half day
So I'm throw up the bomb
We're home alone
Oh, baby, I'm going to grow
And save the joke in my cracker
Who will you like some Ross stuffing?
How about a sip of my eggnog?
I'm gonna come knock your chimney
And empty my sack, woman
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
It's the sexiest time of the year, so come here
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
Sexy, sexy, se-sex
You're placing me at the kitchen
You're heating up your oven
Then you open up the window
It's getting steaming
Christmas Eve until to be sexy
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
I found some lungs to my fire
And watch me be the spierer, huh
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
And I'm feeling sexy, baby, yeah!
We got the place to ourselves
It's Christmas Eve and I'm feeling sexy
I got a present for you
I can't not guess what it is
Why don't you feel it?
Go on shake it, investigate
I'm gonna base to Turkey
Took my tree in your bucket
Say bye to your pudding
A microwave your miserable pie
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
I'm feeling sexy, baby
Yeah!
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
Huh!
There's no one outside
They got to go to work
I got my pull wig up
Except the day before New Year's Eve
But it's only a half day
So I'm throw up the bomb
We're home alone
Oh, baby, I'm going to grow
And save the joke in my cracker
Who will you like some Ross stuffing?
How about a sip of my eggnog?
I'm gonna come knock your chimney
And empty my sack, woman
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
It's the sexiest time of the year, so come here
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
Sexy, sexy, se-sex
You're placing me at the kitchen
You're heating up your oven
Then you open up the window
It's getting steaming
Christmas Eve until to be sexy
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
I found some lungs to my fire
And watch me be the spierer, huh
Sexual Christmas
Sexual Christmas
And I'm feeling sexy, baby, yeah!
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Wilkinson, Alan Matthews
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