| He’s several hours late
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| The skyline’s growing dim
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| While others deck the halls
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| You dream of decking him
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| My choice in men has always been
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| Pathetic, I suppose
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| The guy who stole my credit cards
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| The guy who tried on my clothes
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| And so a row of self-help books
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| Line my bedroom shelf
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| Well there’s one rule those books forgot
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| You never fall in love with an elf
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| His endless talk of Christmas Town
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| Will test your every nerve
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| Still, he’s kinda cute, I guess
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| Well, if you grade on a curve
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| And though you vowed you’d never sing
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| Just look at yourself
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| You’re halfway through a Christmas song
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| Called «Never Fall in Love with an Elf»
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| The holidays will seem bittersweet
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| While you’re alone in bed
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| But how can one girl ever compete
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| With a magic fat guy in a flying sled?
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| Go ask a hundred single girls
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| From here Philadel… phia
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| They’ll say it’s clear as day
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| You’re in for sleepness nights
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| If you date a guy
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| Who has a thing for tights
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| Oh, never fall in love
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| Never fall in love
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| Never
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| Fall in
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| Love
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| With an
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| Elf
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| It’s as clear as a jinglebell |
| If you are single
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| Well, don’t fall in love with an elf |