Wrapped Up With You (This Christmas)

There's a tree in the house,
How the hell did that get there?
There's cinnamon and good cheer,
Filling the air.
The Yule logs are burning,
'cause the outside is cold.
There's a time for gift giving,
to the young and the old.

But I'd rather be,
Gotta be,
Wrapped up with you,
This Christmas.

There's food on the table,
With seconds all around,
A quiet moment for fables,
And snow all around.

A jubiland glow,
The lights they all twinkle,
All thankful this year,
Hear the bells from the steeple.

But I'd rather be,
Gotta be,
Wrapped up in you,
This Christmas.

And the carol songs echo,
But we don't care for Carey,
Think we've forgotten,
The sons mother Mary.

A man jumps from Nakatomi,
The ending we know,
Now I've got a machine gun,
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho.

But I'd rather be,
Gotta be,
Wrapped up with you,
I'd rather be,
Gotta be,
Wrapped up with you,
I'd rather be,
Gotta be,
Wrapped up with you,
This Christmas.

(But I'd rather be,
Gotta be,
Wrapped up with you,
But I'd rather be,
Gotta be,
Wrapped up with you)

But I'd rather be,
Gotta be,
Wrapped up with you,
This Christmas.



Credits
Writer(s): Barney Williams
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