Santa Baby
    
    
    
    
    
        
        
            Taylor Swift

Santa Baby Taylor Swift

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I’ve been an awful good girl, Santa baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, a ’54 convertible too, light blue
Well, I’ll wait up for you, dear, Santa baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight, yeah

Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Think of all the boys I haven’t kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you check off my Christmas list

Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot
I’ve been an angel all year, Santa baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa, honey, there’s one more thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine, Santa honey
So hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany’s
I really do believe in you
Let’s see if you believe in me

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
And I don’t mean on the phone, Santa baby
So hurry down the chimney tonight