Cold December nights like this make me really scared You're not really there And my tree is really bare Another lonely night No gifts, no toys underneath
: Cold December nights like this make me really scared You're not really there And my tree is really bare Another lonely night No gifts, no toys underneath
sugar-sweet I don't need to taste to believe What's December without Christmas Eve? Hop in the sleigh And we'll glide away Into the night And we'll
Kill me, thrill me Don't you know that I will be Callin? on you everyday Till I get my way Till I get my way Darling, remember The cold, cold nights in December
I saw them shopping last week And his new girl was so bleak And then I swore to myself Santa's gonna come and make him mine this Christmas night Ho
for that night And I go back to December It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine I go back to December
I'm giving all I've got, every drop Don't you want to? Everwanting to want you to want Burn the cold, take the snow Make July out of December Light the night
Stones, a year after J.F.K We were staying up all night and giving the days away And the music was flowing amazing and blowing my way On a cold December
Well, they traveled over hills and mountains On a cold December night just like this For they knew what was going to happen Mary would give birth to the
Sailing home on silver wings Sailing home where freedom rings The night is cold and dark December Long is the road and we must walk alone Until our hearts
Life is empty, can't remember anytime before On a plain lit cold December, see it evermore Gliding through this life and another as a child Ever doing
me, you can say whatever I'm a G! ..guess it's a sad think my... is magic! I remember I never I never said December was cold, But February was drastic
It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music
't feel like a king I told you if you lose me, that you would be losing a good thing I'll always remember that day in September, cold as December Leaving
smack dead on the lawn I picket the wallet up and then I took a pause Took out the license and it cold said Santa Claus A million dollars in it, cold
