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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