Gloria کے بول

As Santa came and went, The whole year I had spent Writing a letter In hope I would get her When returned to sender My package never came, The only men to blame Were Santa himself or maybe an elf Who wasn't on his game I lie in bed awake, I turn and I toss, As I anticipate Old Saint Nicholas. He brings me what I want I tell him what I need The only thing this year Is the girl of my dreams I tried to write out But my mind was a blur The page drew a blank, And on it was only her She showed up in a world, The perfect Christmas girl And wrapped in a sweater, She looked even better, Way better than ever I lie in bed awake, I turn and I toss, As I anticipate Old Saint Nicholas. He brings me what I want I tell him what I need The only thing this year Is the girl of my dreams Gloria, The girl I want for Christmas (is you)