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White Christmas

Like rum and brandy

Red bull and Jager

I’m tired of asking you to stay

You broke down my door more than once

Expecting me to get down on my knees

I’m done asking for forgiveness

I’m done

Rum and brandy

Egg whites and sugar

We’ll get separate trees

But should we make love first?

Or after?

Or never again?

It’s going to be a white Christmas