Santa Guy

I want a guy just like Santa
But only for me
That’s all I want under
My very own Christmas tree
And he’d have every quality
That I’m dreamin’ of
Like generosity
That’s what I love
My Santa’d be the perfect man
So I’d have to have the perfect plan

I’d get all ready for Christmas
Look out for his sleigh
Check off my list
Of how I’d behave
It might be naughty, it might be nice
But if he liked it, I’d do it twice

I’d break some rules, but don’t be petty
I’d fire the bear and wear the teddy

For my Santa Guy, Santa Guy
Santa Guy ---- yeah! All mine!
It’d be a merry Christmas
We would have so much fun
Ready to be kissed
And pa-rum-pa-pum-pum
Mischievous yes, but only because
I’m dreamin’ of my own Santa Claus

I wanna mingle with Kringle
If you know what I mean
A jingle jingle never hurt anything
I’d be a dancer and a prancer and a vixen too
Depending on his point of view

I’d wreck the halls with vows of folly
And fa-la-la ‘til we were jolly

I’m waiting for my Santa Guy, Santa Guy
Santa Guy --- yeah! All mine!

I’d wrap myself like a present baby
For him to open a.s.a.p.
I’d hang my stockings up with care
With mistletoe from here to there

For my Santa Guy, Santa Guy
Santa Guy --- yeah! All mine!

OK now, look! What’s that I see?
Do I recognize
Could it be
My own Santa guy
I guess that means that dreams really do come true
It’ll be a merry, merry Christmas, just me & you . . .