No Thank You
There's not even snow out
The leaves are all still green
It's not even cold out
I don't know if you've seen
That all of the storefronts
They have one thing in common
And that one thing is Christmas
Didn't we just do this
Motherfucking Christmas
Ooh, and all the goddamn parties
All this fucking food
And every other thing that they
Expect me to do
No, thank you
I'm not gonna do that this year
No, thank you
This is my own holiday cheer
I'm sick of abusing my health
And so I'm choosing myself
And I am not losing
Anything else
And no, I'm not coming to dinner
So I can sit
And watch you be passive-aggressive
Calling me shit, you don't know me or own my presence
You know what? I fucking hate this, it is all overrated
I don't wanna play
Didn't we just do this
(I swear I did, I swear I did)
Motherfucking Christmas
(I swear I did, I swear I did)
Oh, and all the goddamn parties
All this fucking food
And every other thing that they
Expect me to do
No, thank you
I'm not gonna do that this year
No, thank you
This is my own holiday cheer
I'm sick of abusing my health
And so I'm choosing myself
And I am not losing anything else
No, thank you
I'm not gonna do that this year
No, thank you
This is my own holiday cheer
I'm sick of abusing my health
And so I'm choosing myself
And I am not losing anything else
No, thank you
No, thank you
No, thank you
No, thank you
The leaves are all still green
It's not even cold out
I don't know if you've seen
That all of the storefronts
They have one thing in common
And that one thing is Christmas
Didn't we just do this
Motherfucking Christmas
Ooh, and all the goddamn parties
All this fucking food
And every other thing that they
Expect me to do
No, thank you
I'm not gonna do that this year
No, thank you
This is my own holiday cheer
I'm sick of abusing my health
And so I'm choosing myself
And I am not losing
Anything else
And no, I'm not coming to dinner
So I can sit
And watch you be passive-aggressive
Calling me shit, you don't know me or own my presence
You know what? I fucking hate this, it is all overrated
I don't wanna play
Didn't we just do this
(I swear I did, I swear I did)
Motherfucking Christmas
(I swear I did, I swear I did)
Oh, and all the goddamn parties
All this fucking food
And every other thing that they
Expect me to do
No, thank you
I'm not gonna do that this year
No, thank you
This is my own holiday cheer
I'm sick of abusing my health
And so I'm choosing myself
And I am not losing anything else
No, thank you
I'm not gonna do that this year
No, thank you
This is my own holiday cheer
I'm sick of abusing my health
And so I'm choosing myself
And I am not losing anything else
No, thank you
No, thank you
No, thank you
No, thank you
Credits
Writer(s): Mercedes Untalan
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