"Believing" lyrics

"Believing"

I do it for Mama
I do it for Jesus
I do it for presents
I do it for love

I have my reasons
The joy of the season
Some people don't fall for Santa Claus
But I'll keep believing

Believe in the glitter, snow in the winter
The reindeer that know how to fly
I'll believe in the magic, the toys made of plastic
And tryin' to be good all the time

I won't say nothing
To my little cousins
I'll be a toy soldier
'Cause I'm a little bit older

And I'll leave the cookies
Pretend that I'm sleeping
Some people don't fall for Santa Claus
But I'll keep believing

Believe in the glitter, snow in the winter
The reindeer that know how to fly
I'll believe in the magic, the toys made of plastic
And tryin' to be good all the time

It'll make us feel better
So, I'll write one more letter
For the looks on their faces
And the neon shoelaces

I have my reasons
The joy of the season
Some people don't fall for Santa Claus
But I'll keep believing


Writer(s): Ashley Monroe, Miranda Lambert
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