I give my sleep, hair's off my gift
Fillet of a Christmas gift
Need to raise Santa from the dead
I'm godless, but I got a time

A weird snow in the fridge, a late night in the Claus
We'll probably get in and not even see each other
New word that you use, a faint time of the gifts
It's not much, but I know, then you say
"Cass, you're a Santa and worse
The kind of reindeer who hurts
Just stick it in and built out the snowman"
Aw, how can I figure it out?
Rudolph's toy account
I went for Santa with her yesterday

The gift, baby, the gift
I'm crazy, but I'm never wrong
The gift, baby, the gift
Does my Santa Claus turn you on?

He finds no proof, I feel so good
Uh, because I couldn't do
Every little thing you asked of me
Like every gift before me too

Another snack in the fridge, really candy in the gifts
We'll probably get in and not even see each other
Another snack that you use, a big cheese on the shoes
It's not much but I know, I know
Aw, I bet you'd buy me a snack
Made of canes, and of course
I'd know what's up and keep it anyways
Oh, I wish that I was the cane
I could know who I am
Have control again and better days

The gift, baby, the gift
I'm crazy, but I'm never wrong
The gift, baby, the gift
Does my Santa Claus turn you on?
The gift, baby, the gift
I'm crazy, but I'm never wrong
The gift, baby, the gift
Does my Santa Claus turn you on?

Turn you on