| Give me candles, faux mantles and gold for my wrist
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| Fine wines and perfumes and diamonds
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| Big fuzzy slippers and romantic trips
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| It’s all on my list, I’d be lying
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| If I said I’m above material stuff
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| But if I’m bein' honest, your love
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| Is the gift that keeps on giving
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| All year-round
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| Those eyes still make mine glisten
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| When the tree comes down
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| I love the bows and boxes, baby
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| All the pretty stockings, baby
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| Yeah, don’t get me wrong but your love is
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| The gift that keeps on giving
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| All year long
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| Give me sweet talk on pillows and snowy white sheets
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| Mistletoe kisses in summer
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| That butterfly feeling like it’s Christmas Eve
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| Even when winter is over
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| You can’t wrap that up
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| And I can’t get enough
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| So lucky for me, boy, your love
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| Is the gift that keeps on giving
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| All year-round
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| Those eyes still make mine glisten
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| When the tree comes down
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| I love the bows and boxes, baby
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| All the pretty stockings, baby
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| No, no, no, no, no
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| Yeah, don’t get me wrong but your love is
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| The gift (The gift) that keeps
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| It just keeps on giving
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| All year-long
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| Ooh, baby, ooh
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| Ribbons of love, glitter and gold
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| Put on a fire, everyone’s home (Oh)
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| I kind of like you, it never gets old
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| (Your love is)
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| Sugar and spice, holiday cheer (Uh)
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| Naughty and nice, get over here (Oh, yeah)
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| Every night and day of the year
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| Your love is the gift that keeps on giving (Yeah)
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| All year-round
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| Those eyes still make mine glisten (Those eyes; Oh, you know they do)
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| When the tree comes down
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| Love the bows and boxes, baby (Ooh)
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| All the pretty stockings, baby
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| Yeah, don’t get me wrong but your love is (Your love is the gift)
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| The gift that keeps on giving (It just keeps on giving)
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| All year-long
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| All year-long, baby
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| Hey, you know you give me, uh
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| You know you give me that
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| (The gift that keeps on giving)
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| Ribbons of love, glitter and gold
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| Put on a fire, everyone’s home
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| I kind of like you, it never gets old
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| (All year-round)
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| Sugar and spice, holiday cheer
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| (Those eyes still make mine glisten)
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| Oh, come on and get over here, baby
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| Your love is (The gift that keeps) |