| And they’ll lay you down low in the easy
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| And the lips that you kiss will say Christmas.
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| And the miles that you traveled the distance
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| So believe no lies, dry your eyes and realize
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| That surprise
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| La, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
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| And the businessmen will shake hands and talk in numbers
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| And the princess will wake up from her slumber
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| Then all the knights will step forth with their arm bands
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| And ev’ry stranger you meet in the street will make demands
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| So believe no lies, then dry your eyes and realize
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| That surprise
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| La, la, la…
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| Bridge:
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| And we’ll send you glad tidings from New York
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| Open up your eyes sa you may see
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| Ask you not to read between the lines
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| Hope that you will come in right on time
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| And they’ll talk to you while you’re in trances
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| And you’ll visualize not taking any chances
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| But meet them halfway with love, peace and persuasion
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| And expect them to rise for the occasion
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| Don’t it gratify when you see it materialize
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| Right in front of your eyes
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| That surprise
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| And they’ll lay you down low and easy |