"buy me presents" lyrics
(from "A Nonsense Christmas With Sabrina Carpenter" soundtrack)
If you were a wise man
Baby, you would drop
Every other ho, ho, ho
And put me on top
Up there on your tree
Better treat me like a star
Spend your cookie dough, dough, dough
Spend it on my heart
Fuck the jet
Send the sleigh
It's a packed holiday
And I got options, babe
If you don't wanna
Buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk
If you're not gonna race here from the
North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled
Well I know somebody who will
Somebody who will
Uh-huh
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Buy me presents, baby
He's a little bit older
Like super old
Got a bit of a dad bod
From a city that's colder (Brrr)
But damn it, he's so hot
He knows when I'm sleeping
And he knows when I'm not
I haven't like seen him in a while, he's probably just busy at his workshop
Fuck the jet
Send the sleigh
It's a packed holiday
And I got options, babe
If you don't wanna
Buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk
If you're not gonna race here from the
North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled
So filled
Well I know somebody who will
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Buy me presents, baby
If you don't wanna
Buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk
If you're not gonna race here from the
North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled
Well I know somebody who will
Baby, you would drop
Every other ho, ho, ho
And put me on top
Up there on your tree
Better treat me like a star
Spend your cookie dough, dough, dough
Spend it on my heart
Fuck the jet
Send the sleigh
It's a packed holiday
And I got options, babe
If you don't wanna
Buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk
If you're not gonna race here from the
North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled
Well I know somebody who will
Somebody who will
Uh-huh
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Buy me presents, baby
He's a little bit older
Like super old
Got a bit of a dad bod
From a city that's colder (Brrr)
But damn it, he's so hot
He knows when I'm sleeping
And he knows when I'm not
I haven't like seen him in a while, he's probably just busy at his workshop
Fuck the jet
Send the sleigh
It's a packed holiday
And I got options, babe
If you don't wanna
Buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk
If you're not gonna race here from the
North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled
So filled
Well I know somebody who will
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Somebody who will
Buy me presents, baby
If you don't wanna
Buy me presents
Drink me like a warm glass of milk
If you're not gonna race here from the
North Pole to Beverly Hills
Just to keep my stocking filled
Well I know somebody who will
Writer(s): John Ryan, Steph Jones, Sabrina Carpenter
