I'm getting tired of the games that you play
Wrapped up in sentimental questions
Like, will this boy stay
If you're leaving now
And also if you're walking my way
I've gotta say
I've gotta say
If I be a good boy
Maybe I could get your body
Probably knotted up and salty
Wrapped up all around mine
And that'd be fine
With me, myself and
I would like this Christmas
To get you up off my wish list for a night
I'm getting tired of the games that you play
To me, you're just a girl who has to get her own way
That's okay and fine
But if you don't think you will be mine
By the end of the day
If I be a good boy
Maybe I could get your body
Probably knotted up and salty
Wrapped up all around mine
And that'd be fine
With me, myself and
I would like this Christmas
To get you up off my wish list for a night
If I be a good boy
If I be a good boy
Maybe I could get your body
Probably knotted up and salty
Wrapped up all around my tree this Christmas
Woahhh