Mm-hmm-mm
Mm-hmm-mm
Me in my apron
You in your ugly sweater
We're in the kitchen
Never end up cookin' dinner
'Cause I say I can't feel the cold when I look in your eyes (Look in your eyes)
You say red and green bring the blue out of mine (Blue out of mine)
Then you're in my apron
And I'm in your ugly sweater
Now all our traditions
Make me sick to my stomach
'Cause they belong to you and I
Now you got yours, and I lost mine
So it's not Christmas
If I'm still missin' you
Mm-hmm-mm (Mm, mm-mm-mm)
Mm-hmm-mm
Fireplace hums
And walls all dressed up with stockings
You put on a song
And we dance along to Crosby
I'd say I can't feel the cold when I look in your eyes (Look in your eyes)
But you're gone, said you're not supposed to be mine (Supposed to be mine)
Now the fireplace hums
But the walls look so dumb without your stocking
Now all our traditions
Make me sick to my stomach
'Cause they belong to you and I
Now you got yours, and I lost mine
So it's not Christmas
If I'm still missin' you
Mm-hmm-mm (Mm, mm-mm-mm)
Mm-hmm-mm
Mm-hmm-mm
Mm-hmm-mm
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