Merry Christmas, baby You sure did treat me nice Gave me a diamond ring for Christmas Now I'm living in paradise Got good music on my radio And a happy New Year (merry Christmas, ooh yeah) Oh, yes, you did Well, I'm feeling mighty fine, y'all

You're the only one that makes me wait all the time Oh, yeah, you blow my mind Boom, boom, you blow my mind You're doin' damage You're the only one that gets under my skin You're the only one that makes me feel some type of way That nobody's ever did, oh

Damn you talk to me! Little girl what's your name Now don't you go looking at me like that You might see I'm ashamed, what's your name Talk with me, won't you talk with me Oh pretty girl It ain't too hip faking lines you ain't taking But your lips make

Blacked out, like the clouds hanging over this heart of mine Not a shadow of a doubt, blacked out Blacked out, like it was in 1968 Like Johnny Cash any given day Like a Mach 1 Fastback Mustang These Ray Bans covering up my eyes I won't lie, it hurts like

So let's, romance, yo stance, on me Take off, yo pants, cancel yo plans I ain't understand, you want a man To be ya friend, you need this shirt Feel you need some validation Ooh, mm, mhmm Make up your mind, I ain't the type to blow up your line

Lil baby, lil mama, lil baby, lil mama Girl I beat it up, beat it up right, I will Oh, and I go deeper than your ex man did She a pretty young thing and ain't got no kids She be like, "Slow down daddy ya that ain't too big" And you know I'll beat it

Y a pas moyen Djadja J'suis pas ta catin Djadja, genre en Catchana baby tu dead ça Putain mais tu déconnes C'est pas comme ça qu'on fait les choses Oh Djadja, j'suis pas ta catin Djadja, non Aya Nakamura oh yeah Hello papi mais qué pasa? J'entends des

They know not if it's dark outside or light While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

Black woman and child, yeh yeh yeah For you I really have so much love Dollar bills and coins will fade away They could never make I so proud Who what, The Black nation Ohh woh woh, oh woh woh From di day mi born mi did dun know sey

We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon,