Christmas What I really want for Christmas What I really want at Christmas time What I really want for Christmas What I really want for Christmas What I really want at Christmas
a carpenter, Mary carried the light This must be Christmas, must be tonight Son of a carpenter, Mary carried the light This must be Christmas, must be
, she's pretty as a prayerbook Sweet as an apple on Christmas day I said good gracious can this be my luck If that's my prayerbook Lord let us pray Well
it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell day 'Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on we superfly Made Gucci this shit, Louis too, suits and ties Player trophies, pray to Goldie Picture wax museums
acoustic version with james labrie on vocals can be found on the ] ["acoustic dreams" cd and another version is found on the fan club ] [christmas cd
air they do not Care they do not care guerrila armies rule the street no more Christmas or trick or treat is this what The future will bring I pray
They do not care, they do not care Guerrilla armies rule the streets No more Christmas or 'Trick or Treat' Is this what the future will bring? I pray
name. Refrain Now to the Lord sing praises all you within this place, And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace; This holy tide of Christmas
the simplest of things It brings joy to a child when he sees All the decorations hanging all around The birthday of our King we sing praises to You
I supposed to do When growing up for me wasn't joy? It's gonna be a why christmas It's gonna be, it's gonna be a A why christmas No one was there but
can't hold As long as there's Christmas I truly believe That hope is the greatest of the gifts We'll receive (we'll receive) As we all pray together
beyond the borders and the dry lands You say that like a river like a river... the love will come the love... And i don't know how to pray anymore and
Christ enters in O Holy Child of Bethlehem Descend to us, we pray Cast out our sin and enter in Be born in us today We hear the Christmas Angels The
comfort and joy Now to the Lord sing praises All you within this place And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace This holy tide of Christmas
Christ enters in O holy Child of Bethlehem Descend to us, we pray Cast out our sin and enter in Be born in us today We hear the Christmas angels The
, joy, joy Now to the Lord sing praises All you within this place And with true love and brotherhood Each other, now embrace This holy tide of Christmas
in the mood, the jerk shoes you wear look like space jam shoes, clowns, why do little niggas always flip, Corey on the other hand look just like the Grinch who stole Christmas