Miss Christmas

Miss Christmas, open the door
I've brought no gift other than my good looks
Well, they were given to me by my dear young Ma
Although my heart is still a begging bowl

Miss Christmas, I've had a little too much to drink
Won't you open the door
I'm going to shut the windows
I don't want to do anything stupid
I'm on the sixteenth floor

Miss Christmas, open the door
My head is aching and my feet are sore
It's Jesus' birthday but I wasn't invited
What do you know, someone was keeping score

Miss Christmas, won't you let me in
And make love to me under the tree
Miss Christmas, you look so heavenly
If I can have you I might make it to New Year's Eve

Miss Christmas, open the door
To your heart, your medicine cabinet
Caught with anxiety under mistletoe
Oh the horror of the twenty-fourth

Miss Christmas, won't you let me in
And make love to me under the tree
Miss Christmas, you look so heavenly
If I can have you I might make it to New Year's Eve



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