buy me presents
If you were a wise man
Baby, you would drop every other ho, ho, ho
And put me on top
Up there on your tree
Better treat me like a star
Spend your cookie dough, dough, dough
Spend it on my heart
Fuck the jet
Send the sleigh
It's a packed holiday and I got options, babe
If you don't wanna buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk
If you're not gonna race here from the North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled
Well, I know somebody who will
Somebody who will (uh-huh)
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Buy me presents, baby
He's a little bit older (like, super old)
Got a bit of a dad bod
From a city that's colder (brrr)
But damn it, he's so hot
He knows when I'm sleeping (sleeping)
And he knows when I'm not
I haven't like, seen him in a while
He's probably just busy at his workshop
Fuck the jet (fuck the jet)
Send the sleigh (send the sleigh)
It's a packed holiday and I got options, babe
If you don't wanna buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk (oh)
If you're not gonna race here from the North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled (so filled)
Well, I know somebody who will
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Buy me presents, baby
If you don't wanna buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk (drink me like a warm glass of milk)
If you're not gonna race here from the North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled
Well, I know somebody who will
Baby, you would drop every other ho, ho, ho
And put me on top
Up there on your tree
Better treat me like a star
Spend your cookie dough, dough, dough
Spend it on my heart
Fuck the jet
Send the sleigh
It's a packed holiday and I got options, babe
If you don't wanna buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk
If you're not gonna race here from the North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled
Well, I know somebody who will
Somebody who will (uh-huh)
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Buy me presents, baby
He's a little bit older (like, super old)
Got a bit of a dad bod
From a city that's colder (brrr)
But damn it, he's so hot
He knows when I'm sleeping (sleeping)
And he knows when I'm not
I haven't like, seen him in a while
He's probably just busy at his workshop
Fuck the jet (fuck the jet)
Send the sleigh (send the sleigh)
It's a packed holiday and I got options, babe
If you don't wanna buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk (oh)
If you're not gonna race here from the North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled (so filled)
Well, I know somebody who will
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Buy me presents, baby
If you don't wanna buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk (drink me like a warm glass of milk)
If you're not gonna race here from the North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled
Well, I know somebody who will
Credits
Writer(s): John Ryan, Steph Jones, Sabrina Carpenter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.