Fiona's Ex - Sorry Fiona

I don't have carona
So I'll be coming home for Christmas Eve
The presents are packed
Under the Christmas tree

I don't have corona
So I'm coming home for Christmas Eve
The presents are packed
Under the Christmas tree

I won't catch corona
I'm busy getting stoned under the tree
A young Christmas loner
A Christmas party just for me

But now I remember
It wasn't just a spliff to help me sleep
21'st first of December
She introduced herself to me...

Now I got corona
So I won't be over Christmas Eve
So sorry Fiona
But I'll make it up to you next year

Now I got corona
So I won't be over Christmas Eve
So sorry Fiona
But I'll make it up to you next year

Now I got corona
So I won't be over Christmas Eve
So sorry Fiona
But I'll make it up to you next year

Now I got corona
So I won't be over Christmas Eve
So sorry Fiona
But I'll make it up to you next year

Written by:
Erik Falskow

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