Lyrics:
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
all I'm living on is fake smiles.
We all seem to be on top of our own little worlds,
But that won't last long for most of us. We all tend to be
learning
I cried for you; what a fool I used to be
Now I found two eyes just a little bit bluer
I found a heart just a little bit truer
I cried for you;
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
It all starts with someone getting in you
You got the fire and now you're left for dead
The slide of your hands brings little consolation
Your dirty
to think a little about the fish you fell in love with
Remember what they taught you at the ninja school
I know you'll never find a better little fish
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
words
You lay on your brothers' twinsize bed
Of all the words you said
These won't leave my head
â??You will always be a little side of meâ??
I
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
learning
I cried for you; what a fool I used to be
Now I found two eyes just a little bit bluer
I found a heart just a little bit truer
I cried for you;
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
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
to death
Leaned out of the window and said
Let's get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know
my little baby)
Go to sleep my little baby,
(Go to sleep my little baby)
Go to sleep my little baby,
Your mama's gone away and your daddy's gonna stay,
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
daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
What I've got you've got to get it
[Verse 1]
I'm a little bit lazy
Get a little bit crazy
There's so many words
That I need you to say
I'm a little bit restless
I get a little bit
Go together so I was just thinking...
Just thinking that
Maybe we should be a little more than friends
'Cause I like the way we kick it
And I
heart and see my mornin' sun
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in
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
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