| Well, it’s been so long since we first met
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| And the honeymoon is over, I’d like to forget
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| The night we met you lied to me
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| You said that you were nineteen when you were twenty-three
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| Well, it’s cold outside but colder in here
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| Every year I want to leave you, I get the yuletide fear
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| Well, there’s snow on the street, and a star on the tree
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| We may be happily married but you’re killing me, oh
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| So Merry Christmas, babe, I think I hate you
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| A little bit more than last year
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| This year, my present to you
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| I’m getting sick of Christmas, I’m already sick of you
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| This year, my present to you
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| I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you
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| You hoe, hoe, hoe
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| Your mother never liked me
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| You’ve got an Oedipus complex
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| Your father’s so self-righteous
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| And he thinks he’s Malcolm X, oh
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| So Merry Christmas, babe, I think I hate you
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| A little bit more than last year
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| This year, my present to you
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| I’m getting sick of Christmas, I’m already sick of you
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| This year, my present to you
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| I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you
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| You hoe, hoe, hoe
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| (whistling)
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| I hate your smile
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| I hate your folks
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| I hate our kids
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| I hate your clothes
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| I hate your kiss
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| I hate your smell
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| I hate your music taste as well
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| «Darling, cool is not music»
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| I hate how middle class we are
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| I hate your silver executive car
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| I hate your job
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| You’re such a knob!
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| «It's your turn to walk the dog.»
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| «Where is the dog?»
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| It’s your dog
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| This year, my present to you
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| I’m getting sick of Christmas, I’m already sick of you
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| This year, my present to you
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| I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you
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| You hoe, hoe, hoe
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| This year, my present to you
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| Yes this year
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| I’m getting sick of Christmas, I’m already sick of you
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| My present to you
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| This year, my present to you
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| I’m walking, I’m walking
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| I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you
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| Outta here, out that door
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| You hoe, hoe, hoe
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| This year, my present to you
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| Oh, ho, yeah, I ain’t nobody’s hoe, I ain’t gon' be your hoe no more
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| I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you
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| Oh oooh, yeah yeah hey
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| …Josh? |
| Josh? |