| Well I woke up Christmas morning,
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| And what did I see?
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| I saw a lovely señorita looking back at me Named Guadalupe, with big brown eyes,
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| Boy, what did you this time?
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| Made my excuses and a b-line for the bedroom door,
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| She was beggin’and a-pleadin',
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| Screamin', «Por favor, mi cumpleaños! |
| Stay with me, baby it’s cold outside.»
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| We are livin’in a difficult time.
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| We’ve been walkin’down a difficult line.
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| Put your feet up baby it’s Christmas time!
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| Cumpleaños feliz!
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| Happy Birthday, Guadalupe!
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| (Our time will come.)
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| (We both, hold on.)
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| She gave me coffee and tortillas to console my head,
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| Prepared the slippers on my feet before she made our bed,
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| And blew the candles, from my favorite cake,
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| And we kissed beneath the mistletoe.
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| And I pulled her body close to mine,
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| I had just one chance, I whispered,
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| «Baby will you marry me for just one dance.»
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| Infatuation. |
| The things you say,
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| I got scared and I left that night.
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| 'Cuz we are livin’in a difficult time.
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| And we’ve been walkin’down a difficult line.
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| But put your feet up baby it’s Christmas time!
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| Cumpleaños feliz!
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| Happy Birthday, Guadalupe!
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| Deck the halls with rosaries.
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| Wish upon a Christmas tree.
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| Silent night please come to me,
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| Bearing gifts from my… my Mexican angel!
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| At night I wake up cold and lonely,
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| Burstin’at the seems,
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| She haunts the early morning hours
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| Of December dreams,
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| My Guadalupe, with big brown eyes,
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| I wanna break this spell tonight.
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| 'Cuz we are livin’in a difficult time.
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| And we’ve been walkin’down a difficult line.
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| But put your feet up baby it’s Christmas time!
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| Cumpleaños feliz!
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| Happy Birthday, Guadalupe!
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| Happy Birthday, Guadalupe! |