it's almost Christmas



when I take off my makeup I look old and defeated, I'm not so dangerous

cryin' to my Christmas cake

starin' holes into me, all night

you should just give up

cause our loves' become selling secrets to the Russians, they dont need the cold war is on between you and me



twenty-five years old and a bachelors degree

your parents helped out with graduation fees

the loans were never enough

the credit cards are calling your bluff, fold your hand cut them up, move away

or you'll be payin' them off till your kids grow old

and do the same

theres no more runin' water

wrappin' presents in the dark

move into your car

change where you park

too bad that job carolin' department stores fell, through

but the new year is writhin' friend of you, cryin to your Christmas cake

dont know what else to do

dont know what else to do



I fear I'm goin dead

I've got some sense left

give up some more to be with you

cause what good is seein', if love's not lookin' back at you

and what good is feelin' if my hands aren't touchin' you



and another angel came down

he was wearin only a cloud

he said "sew up the bed that you done, tomorrow Christmas day comes."



cryin' to your Christmas cake

dont know what else to do

cryin' to your Christmas cake

dont know what else to do

the new year is right in front of you