| Noooooooo stockings for me, I’ll pack my flip-flops
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| When it’s bright I’ll get sunglasses at the gift shop
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| I’ll trade the snow for a pool and wear a pink bikini that’s cute
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| We know eggnog’s no fun, I want some pineapple and rum
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| Wouldn’t it be nice, Christmas in Paradise
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| Noooooooo scarves around my neck, I’ll pack my tank top
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| I’ll take my phone calls with the ocean as my backdrop
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| I’ll trade the traffic for some waves, maybe go surfing in the bay
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| Pass that bottle of rum, 'cause I’m not stopping till it’s done
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| Oh wouldn’t it be nice, Christmas in Paradise
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| I can see it now, the palm trees swaying in the wind
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| Our toes sinking in the golden sand
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| Can’t you feel the sunshine beating on my skin
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| And I’ll get red and burnt
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| But I’ll be perfectly tan
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| Oh wouldn’t be nice, Christmas in Paradise
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| Noooooooo snowman in the yard, I want some palm trees
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| How 'bout a lot of piña colada smoothies
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| Let’s trade our car for a boat
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| Well you can’t swim but I can float
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| Let’s feel the holiday cheer with a little island beer
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| Well I don’t mean to interfere, but the holidays are near
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| I guess it seems so very clear, that we should do this every year
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| Oh wouldn’t it be nice
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| Wouldn’t it be nice
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| Wouldn’t it be nice
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| Christmas in Paradise
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| Christmas in Paradise
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| Christmas in Paradise
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| Christmas in Paradise |