Arthur Ray - The Night Before

Coming down your chimney
A little tight but I can manage, baby
Hope you’re home alone because
I might wake up your parents, baby
Know I love your cookies
Once I taste them I can’t stop it, mhm
Pin you against the mantle
Got my hands all in your stockings
You gon’ be yelling to the angels (yeah)
Nah, I wasn’t born in a manger (no)
But I can break you off in a range (yeah)
You got gifts, girl, I’m thankful (oh)
Hear a knock knock on the roof (oh)
Timb's on, sound like hooves (yeah)
Send chills down your spine (yeah)
Santa come through with the oop!
You got’ be yelling to the angels (yeah)
You got’ be yelling to the angels (yeah)
You got’ be yelling to the angels (yeah)
You got’ be yelling to the angels (oh)
Cold outside but it’s all right
I’ma warm you up by the fireside
Gotta get it right for the yuletide
Son gon’ shine on you all night
Girl you gotta
Hang tight, hang tight
Take you on a
Sleigh ride, sleigh ride
It’s almost Christmas day
It’s almost Christmas day
It’s almost Christmas day
It’s almost Christmas day
Santa’s on his way
Girl, you don’t behave
Naughty all the way
It’s almost Christmas day
It’s almost Christmas day
It’s almost Christmas day

Written by:
Raymond Olsen

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