save your joint 'Cause Santa Claus turns on it his own way Watching you and I turn on, on Christmas day Merry Christmas Merry Christmas David Geffen Merry Christmas
a Christmas bow Lace 'em up and your ready to go Ya make a loop-de-loop and pull And your shoes are looking cool Ya make a loop-de-loop and pull And your shoes
upside ya head The media they write whatever they choose And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
understand I?m through with you And your mama too Get your walking shoes Get to stepping fool 'Cause I?m through with you So, through with you And your mama too Get your walking shoes
From one state ward to another Like I was an orphan shoe from the lost and found Always missing the other And they gave me a harp last Christmas And
is no white abode You can have skirting board shoes And plug sockets on your knees I'll hang a painting on your lip And put tinsel round it at Christmas
heavy it hangs like a beer gut Spilling stuff on my shoes Don't get me wrong, I ain't complaining I still got my legs like an old Christmas tree But
joy of children laughing around you These are the makings of you It is true, the makings of you Boy, you remind me, remind me of my Gucci shoes Every
Quittez Pas mon cher Ne Me Quittez Pas ah ah ah Ne Me Quittez Pas mon cher Ne Me Quittez Pas Down in Lexington they walk in new shoes stuck to aging
Is it worth it? A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women
, a cherry Any good thing to make us all merry One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very
Gotta get me down home, gimme some of that old time country soul Throw a line out in the river and just watch the tide roll No shirt or shoes required
a real thing, a dish in the sink a dog in the stairwell making a stink they got a true love so real you can feel it for christmas he gave her a silver
Everything is cool Everything's okay Why just before last Christmas My baby went away Across the sea to an island While the bridges brightly burn So
Grandpa's laugh Stealin' that first kiss On the front porch swing, real things It's them real things That I come back to every year Like Christmas Time
burden in California She's got long brown hair, tied in a ribbon When she holds me in her arms, I'm betrayed and forgiven Sand in my shoes, salt on
one she bought in Mexico It blocked the wind, it stopped the rain She'd never leave that one So, she can't be really gone The shoes she bought on Christmas