You told me I was lucky,
To have my chance with you.
Now last year’s summer romance,
Is this year’s winter blues.
I treated you so nicely,
To jewellery, and champagne,
But you left me empty handed,
Yeah, you left me feeling
Play-ay-ayed
Now I hope you’re happy with yourself,
’cause I’m not laughing
Don’t you think it’s kind of crappy
What you did this holiday?
When I gave you my heart,
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash
So I wrote you a song,
Hope that you sing along
And it goes,
“merry Christmas, kiss my ass!”
They say I’m losing my mind,
I thought that for a while,
I tear down decorations
They remind me of your smile.
I hate that mistletoe,
It makes me think of our first kiss,
You bit my lip, you pulled me close,
And then you taught me how to quit.
Now I hope you’re happy with yourself,
’cause I’m not laughing
Don’t you think it’s kind of crappy
What you did this holiday?
When I gave you my heart,
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash.
So I wrote you a song,
Hope that you sing along,
And it goes,
“merry Christmas, kiss my (ass)”
So sick of calling,
You wont telephone me,
No, fuck you girl, I’m going out.
I gave you my all,
But our love hit a wall, now,
I’m jingle belling,
And everyone’s yelling,
We’ll drink ’til the bars shut us down.
Ain’t that just what Christmas is all about?
And I hope you’re happy with yourself,
’cause I’m not laughing, (not laughing)
Don’t you think it’s so damn trashy
What you did this holiday?
(so trashy)
I gave you my heart, (heart)
You ripped it apart
Like the wrapping paper trash (wrapping paper trash)
So I wrote you a song,
Hope that you sing along,
Here it goes,
“merry Christmas, (bitch), kiss my ass.”
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