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Dear Santa,
Iâm writing you a letter,
Iâm sure youâve got it all figured out.
Things havenât been easy
Between me and you,
I guess that there are things that you canât undo
Maybe I was naughty once but now Iâm nice!
(Boy you made the list, you know I checked it twice.
Well guess what, Youâre still on it. Haaha)
And I feel it in my bones
And I feel it in my bones
Nights have been restless,
Pillows and sheets.
Bet you got it all figured out.
Sweat like a snowman
Out in the sun,
Dreaming that there ainât nowhere to run to, baby
Nowhere to hide.
Hey, Kringle!
You mean to say when you were young you never got wild
Kid, donât you get it, Iâm gonna make an example out of you
For every motherâs child
And I feel it in my bones
And I feel it in my bones
Silver bells and reigns
Tinsel, holly.
What happened to the rose red cheeks,
Chimney, big bag presents and all,
Fat and jolly, p
Tinsel holly.
And I feel it in my bones
And I feel it in my bones
And I feel it in my bones
And I feel it in my bones