| Well I know my baby loves me
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| Thinks a whole lot of me
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| She can have any man in this town
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| Almost all the time
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| I ain’t a jealous guy
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| I don’t worry 'bout her messing around
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| Although every December
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| I always remember
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| There’s someone else that she really loves
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| And hard as I try
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| I know that I can’t make her feel the way Santa Claus does
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| Yeah, It’s a good thing Santa ain’t single (Single)
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| Driving 'round in a red corvette
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| He’d have tailored suits, designer boots
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| And there’s another thing you can bet
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| Every girl in the world wanna sit on his knee
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| And tell him how good she’s been
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| So, it’s a good thing Santa ain’t single
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| For the rest of us mortal men
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| Now I ain’t bad talking
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| 'Bout the man who fills my stocking
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| He’s always been good to me
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| It ain’t his fault
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| That the girls all fall
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| For the king of Christmas Eve
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| But I’m always suspicious
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| When baby’s telling him her wishes
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| And sometimes I wonder where I stand
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| But I thank the man upstairs she ain’t going nowhere
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| 'Cause Santa is a married man
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| Yeah, It’s a good thing Santa ain’t single (Single)
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| Driving 'round in a red corvette
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| He’d have tailored suits, designer boots
|
| And there’s another thing you can bet
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| Every girl in the world wanna sit on his knee
|
| And tell him how good she’s been
|
| So, It’s a good thing Santa ain’t single
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| For the rest of us mortal men
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| Yeah, every girl in the world wanna sit on his knee
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| And tell him how good she’s been
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| Oh, it’s a good thing Santa ain’t single
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| For the rest of us mortal men |