domingo, 25 de novembro de 2012

christmas in the sand, colbie caillat


I love Christmas in the snow 
But Christmas in the sand don’t end 
I tell you that’s where it’s at 
Why in tropic all my skin 
A candy cane of peppermint, a hint 
Of cocoa on my lips 
It could’ve been the sun, it could’ve been the sea 
It could’ve been my childhood fantasy 
I saw Santa in his bathing suit 
Tried to catch a wave, but he tried to soon 
He laughed so hard that he could barely breathe 
And washed up next to me 
He said that you look naughty, but I’m sure you’re nice 
He was soaking wet but he cracked a smile 
With a present in his hand 
He said it’s Christmas in the sand 
I must have had too much to drink 
Cause Rudolph’s nose was shining green 
I think 
He was playing reindeer games on me 
Santa only called him once 
But you should’ve seen him run so fast 
They were gone in a dash 
It could’ve been the sun, it could’ve been the sea 
it could’ve been my childhood fantasy 
I saw Santa in his bathing suit 
Tried to catch a wave, but he tried to soon 
He laughed so hard that he could barely breathe 
And washed up next to me 
He said that you look naughty, but I’m sure you’re nice 
He was soaking wet but he cracked a smile 
With a present in his hand 
He said it’s Christmas in the sand 
Christmas in the sand, 
Don’t need you in the coat 
Don’t need you in a hat 
Just grab the one you love 
And say you’re never coming back 
If you see Santa in his bathing suit 
Tried to catch a wave, but he tried to soon 
He laughed so hard that he could barely breathe 
It’s what he did to me 
He said that you look naughty, but I’m sure you’re nice 
He was soaking wet but he cracked a smile 
With a present in his hand 
He said it’s Christmas in the sand 
Christmas in the sand, whoa 
I love Christmas in the sand 

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