Last Christmas I gave you my heart
But the very next day you gave it away.
Here is my heart
Waiting for you
Here is my soul
I eat at chez nous
The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest par
I just can’t wait
I just can’t wait
I just can’t wait for Christmas
Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat,
Please to put a penny in the old man’s hat.
I reckon we’re in love,
And married we’ll be.
And all for a penny,
A bright copper penny,
The penny that brought you to me.
My name is Michael, I’ve got a nickel, I’ve got a nickel shiny and new
I’m gonna buy me all kinds of candy, that’s what I’m gonna do
You say you were wrong to ever leave me alone
Now you’re sorry, you’re lonesome and scared
And you say you’d be happy if I you could just come back home
Well, here’s a quarter, call someone who cares
Operator, well let’s forget about this call
There’s no one there I really wanted to talk to
Thank you for your time, you’ve been so much more than kind
And you can keep the dime
A license to love, insurance to hold
Melts all your memories and change into gold
His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold
No need to ask, he’s a smooth operator
Smooth operator, smooth operator
Smooth operator
And if you said this life ain’t good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Because you’re so smooth
Your love is lifting me higher,
Than I’ve ever been lifted before.
So keep it up, quench my desire,
And I’ll be at your side forevermore.
Don’t know what’s coming tomorrow
Maybe it’s trouble and sorrow
But we’ll travel the road sharin’ our load
Side by side
Well, I’m running down the road tryin’ to loosen my load
I’ve got seven women on my mind
Four that wanna own me, two that wanna stone me
One says she’s a friend of mine
In sixty five I was seventeen and running up one on one
I don’t know where I’m running now, I’m just running on
Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I’m running behind
I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played
They wouldn’t let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games.
The games people play
Every night and every day…
If looks could kill they probably will,
In games without frontiers, war without tears,
Games without frontiers, war without tears.