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The best gift |
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That I ever got |
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Didn't really weigh a lot |
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It didn't have a ribbon 'round |
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And it sometimes made the terrible sound |
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The best of all it seems to me |
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It wasn't neath the christmas tree |
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And yet, I guess I'd have to say |
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That it made all the other presents twice as gay |
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The best gift that I've ever known |
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I'd always wanted most to own |
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Yet in my dreams of sugar and spice |
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I never thought it could be so nice |
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The best gift that I ever get |
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Was sometimes dry and sometimes wet |
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Was usually pink but oftentimes red |
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As it lay so innocently in it's bed |
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The best gift of the year to me |
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The one I hold most dear to me |
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A gift that simply drove me wild |
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Was a tiny new born child... |
