WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON, MICHAEL BACON
You scared me when I met you
The way you sparkled in the dark
I drove around for hours
But you never showed your heart
You took me in your arms
That smelled of oranges and sage
You tempted me with glory
Until I was your slave
Then you took me to the party
You said you loved to watch me dance
But you took home the latest thing
And there was no second chance
CHORUS
Now your mountain's on fire your river's run dry
I got a burning desire to kiss an angel good bye
Climbing out of your sm
Father Christmas
Father Christmas, He's got a big bag
So full of presents, Now that's a big bag
Father Christmas, He's got a reindeer
With a red nose
He's got a big, big, bag, A big, big, bag
Believe it
Father Christmas
He does ten million
In a night-time
Now that's a fast sleigh
Father Christmas
Comes down the chimney
[With] lots of bells on
He's got a big, big, bag
A big, big, bag
Believe it
Show me what you got ( X4 )
Yeah
What a very, very, nice man
Bringing lots of presents
Coming down the chimney
With his big, big, bag
His big, big, bag
Believe it