
I'm sorry i've brought down your special time of year
Apparently for love, joy and cheer
But all your Hip,Hips will never get through
Cause i am a sheild to you
Yeah the presents are being real nice
The love the girls of sugar and spice
The family being extra kind
It doesnt change the way of my mind.
So sorry, for your christmas drone
The hymns i miss out, im sorry im torn
I cant help my drosy mood
So leave me alone, to hide under my hood