Gloria

Santa came and went

The whole year I have spent

Writing a letter and hoped I would get her

with Return to Sender

My package never came

The only man to blame

is Santa himself,

or maybe an elf who wasn't on his game

I lie in bed awake,

I turn and I toss,

As I anticipate

Old Saint Nicholas.

He brings me what I want

I tell him what I need

The only thing this year

Is the girl of my dreams

I try to write out

But my mind was a blur

The page drew a blank, and on it was only her

She showed up in a whirl

The perfect Christmas girl

Wrapped in sweater, she looked even better

Well, better than ever!

I lie in bed awake,

I turn and I toss,

As I anticipate

Old Saint Nicholas.

He brings me what I want

I tell him what I need

The only thing this year

Is the girl of my dreams

Glo-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oria

The girl I want for Christmas

Glo-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oria

The girl I want for Christmas this year

Is you

Is you

(la-la-la-la-la)

(from the top, man)