It should be all green and gold, watching snow Comin' down, Charlie Brown And everybody gathered 'round the tree
The weatherman says it ain't gonna snow this year And the fog is too heavy to cut a path for the reindeer Your sister's stuck in Denver And your momma can't come But you don't have to be alone, I'll tell you why
I'll bring the magic I'll bring the lights I'll make you a star at the top of the tree, shining so bright You don't need a chimney, 'cause I'll be your fire Let's put a kiss at the top of your list We can be naughty or nice Don't worry, baby, oh no I'll be your Santa tonight
I don't need no presents tied up with pretty bows I got everything I need when I'm holding you so close From now 'till forever, every Christmas Eve Pretty babe, you can believe in me, yes you can
'Cause I'll bring the magic I'll bring the lights I'll make you a star at the top of the tree shining so bright You don't need a chimney, 'cause I'll be your fire Let's put a kiss on the top of your list We can be naughty or nice Don't worry, baby, oh no I'll be your Santa tonight
Mistletoe, the lights down low when I hold you in my arms You'll be the one getting caught kissin' Santa Claus, ooh, yes you will Pretty baby, mm, baby Hmm
Now I'll bring the magic I'll bring the lights I'll make you a star at the top of the tree shining so bright You don't need a chimney, no, 'cause I'll be your fire It's Christmas Eve, turn down the tree And whisper your heart's delight 'Cause I got you, baby, yes I do, mm I'll be your Santa tonight
(I'll be your, I'll be your, I'll be your) Yeah, I'll be your Santa tonight (I'll be your, I'll be your, I'll be your) Ooh, baby (Santa, baby, I'll be your, I'll be your) I'll be your Santa (Santa, baby) Ooh, yes I will (I'll be your, I'll be your, I'll be your Santa, baby) (I'll be your, I'll be your Santa tonight)
Compositores: Keith Lionel Urban (Keith Urban), Shane L Mc Anally ECAD: Obra #24478074