"Gimme Christmas" lyrics

"Gimme Christmas"

Yeah, all I want for Christmas is a yippie little dog
With a diamond collar on wearing Louis Vuitton
All I really want is some real estate
I'll take from Rockefeller Center to the Golden Gate
All I want for Christmas is my own private island

So all I want for Christmas is everything you got
So empty your pockets, I don't ask for a lot
Yeah, all I really want is a movie screen
Ten times bigger than you've ever seen
All I want for Christmas is the best of everything

It's not really greed, it's just what I need
It's Christmas

'Cause all I want for Christmas is another one of me
To do all my work so I can watch TV
Yeah, all I really want is a mansion in the sky
With a stairway up to heaven and a gold plated tie
All I want for Christmas is a planet named after me

So all I want for Christmas is two aces in the hole
My favorite team, the Seahawks win the Super Bowl
All I really want is a massive skate park
With those stadium lights so I can skate in the dark
Yeah, all I want for Christmas is your best champagne on ice, nice

It's not really greed, it's just what I need, yeah
(What? Gimme some, some of that) Christmas

Check it out
That's my style
I'll be here for a while
No you didn't it
I ain't asking for a lot, just everything you got
Show me some of that sweet, sweet
You like pudding?


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