you Outside wishing for snow I'd give it all up for you You're all I'm asking for this year (Asking for this year) Call me on Christmas Eve to see
hold you Outside wishing for snow I'd give it all up for you You're all I'm asking for this year (Asking for this year) Call me on Christmas Eve to
much like Christmas This used to be, my favourite holiday My Christmas Eve was filled with dreams But you chased them all away [Chorus] Why did you leave me for Christmas
: "Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis
passin' out gifts, blazin' up spliffs Christmas on the Row, can you dig it? {can you dig it} Chorus Verse 4: Tray Deee Christmas Eve, by the leaves,
hang candy canes all made with red dye number three. He told his niece, "It's Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style," She said, "Christmas
where every corner is rotten to all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks, official Lost Boyz since the year
Seven days in every week Some look forward to it, but I don't change Just for the holiday You can have your Christmas tree Go get drunk on New Years Eve
corner is rotten To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten Now my main wife dead as shaded bricks Official lost boyz since the year
every corner is rotten To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten Now my main wife, dead as shaded bricks, Official lost boyz since the year
now, And Mama's gone But the sound of that Christmas Eve Will live on and on The years have gone by now, Since that last Christmas Eve But the joy is
Today he's going off to school, you know And that favorite photograph of you and me that New Year's eve Was that lost year or fifteen years ago When
feel much like christmas This used to be, my favourite holiday My Christmas Eve was filled with dreams But you chased them all away [Chorus] Why did you leave me for Christmas
"Fight tuberculosis, folks" Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals On North Park Street The "Priest" they called him "Fight tuberculosis
' out gifts, blazin' up spliffs Christmas on the row, can you dig it? {can you dig it} Chorus Verse 4: tray deee Christmas eve, by the leaves, every
"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street. The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis
