Lyrics:
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round
Turn around, Every now and then I get a little bit tired
yes
If mama don't know now, she can guess
My, my, yes
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the sea side siftin' sand
Even little children love
alone
Sunflower disappear
Oh my god what have we done
Like the leaves in the trees
All the answer falling down
Little bug in the stream lets
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
La la la la la la, la la la la la la
My cherie amour, lovely as a summer day
My cherie amour, distant as the milky way
My cherie amour, pretty little
a little 17
She got the layered hair and the flared jeans
You know what that means? She's just a little queen
She shares your London flat
She thinks that
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
lies
So I'll cry just a little more
And I'll run wherever my feet may take me
Satan's blockin' Heaven's door
And I can't get in
'Cause I've
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
You want to get it on
Right now I see
I just want to say
That's cool with me
Won't you take your time
Leave it just a little
To imagination
I've
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
your life
You can see the way I see, through my eyes
The way I see reality, through my eyes
Take a little taste of me and realize
You'll never see
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
what we have is real
And it's time to take, to take a chance baby
Hey little mami don't you worry bout a thang
Papi's gonna buy you all the bling bling
I'll never understand how it got, how it got this far but it did.
You're my little secret, yeah my Deepest and darkest.
Quickly pick you up and put
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
There's a sunny little funny little melody
That was started by a native down in Waikiki
He would gather a crowd down beside the sea
And they'd
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