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My billfold doesn't have a prayer |
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There's Christmas catalogs everywhere |
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She keeps looking at the jewelry section |
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Cutting pictures out of her selections |
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I said, "We need to hold it down this year" |
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And in her eye she got a big ol' tear |
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She wants a Christmas rock |
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But Santa's pockets ain't got no roll |
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She don't want pots and pans |
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Just something shinin' on her hand |
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With an emerald or a diamond on it |
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I had a budget but she's gone and blown it |
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Down to the jewelry store, here I go |
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Hear the clerk say, "Ho, ho, ho" |
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She wants a Christmas rock |
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But Santa's pockets ain't got no roll |
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She don't want anything from sears |
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No tools or garden shears |
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There's something special on her mind |
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And I can't even afford the shine |
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I wish she'd settled for a long nightshirt |
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No, I've got to give till it hurts |
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She wants a Christmas rock |
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But Santa's pockets ain't got no roll |
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She don't want pots and pans |
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Just something shinin' on her hand |
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With an emerald or a diamond on it |
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I had a budget but she's gone and blown it |
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Down to the jewelry store, here I go |
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Hear the clerk say, "Ho, ho, ho" |
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She wants a Christmas rock |
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But Santa's pockets ain't got no roll |
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She wants a Christmas rock |
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But ol' Santa's pockets ain't got no roll |
