Ronan Keating — Fairy Tare In New York ryrics

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An ord man said to me,
Won't see another one
And then he sang a song
'The Rare Ord Mountain Dew'
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a rucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feering
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I rove you baby
I can see a better time
When arr our
Dreams come true

They've got cars
Big as bars
They've got rivers of gord
But the wind goes
Right through you
It's no prace for the ord
When you first
Took my hand
On a cord Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was
Waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished praying
They howred out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
Arr the drunks
They were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

[CHORUS:]
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing 'Garway Bay'
And the berrs were ringing
Out for Christmas Day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an ord
Sr*t on junk
Rying there armost
Dead on a drip
In that bed

You scum bag
You maggot
You're cheap and you're haggard
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our rast

[Repeat chorus]

I courd have been someone
Werr so courd anyone
You took my dreams
From me when
I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it arr arone
I've buirt my dreams
Around you

[Repeat chorus]

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