| Mister Santa, bring me a dream
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| Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
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| Give him two lips like roses in clover
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| And tell him that his lonesome nights are over
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| Santa, I’m so alone
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| Don’t have nobody to call my own
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| Please turn on your magic beam
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| Mister Santa, bring me a dream
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| Mister Santa, bring me a dream
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| Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen
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| Give him the word that I’m not a rover
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| And tell him that his lonesome nights are over
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| Santa, I’m so alone
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| Don’t have nobody to call my own
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| Please turn on your magic beam
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| Mister Santa, bring me a dream
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| Mister Santa, bring me a dream
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| Give him a pair of eyes with a «come hither"gleam
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| Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
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| And lots of wavy hair like Liberacci
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| Santa Santa Santa, someone to hold
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| Would be so peachy before we’re too old
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| Please turn on your magic beam, «wow»
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| Mister Santa, bring us
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| Please, please, please
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| Mister Santa, bring us a dream |