| She was on my arm Christmas Eve last year
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| When he came along, he had this glimmer in his eye
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| My baby fell for him like stars fall from the sky
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| He swept her off her feet into the sky
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| And as they crossed the moon, I saw them laughing in his sleigh
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| His big white bag of toys just left me blues to play
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| It happened all so quick, my baby fell for ol' St. Nick
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| Maybe it’s because he smokes a pipe, like high society men do
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| Or perhaps I’m just not the jolly type, but baby I can learn to make kids smile
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| too
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| I write the North Pole every day for her
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| But she don’t seem to hear the lonely cries of a lost reindeer
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| She only hears the sound of elves and year-round christmas cheer
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| It happened all so quick, my baby fell for ol' St. Nick
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| Oh, maybe it’s because he smokes a pipe, like high society men do
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| Or perhaps I’m just not the jolly type, but baby I can learn to make kids smile
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| too
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| She was all mine Christmas Eve last year
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| When he came along, he had this glimmer in his eye
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| My baby fell for him like stars fall from the sky
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| It happened all so quick, my baby fell for ol' St. Nick
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| It happened all so very very quick, my baby fell for ol' St. Nick |