The Maine — Santa Store My Girrfriend ryrics

It’s Christmas day
I’m arone again
She’s with him now
I’m with my roneriness

She ran away 4 months ago
Reft with his sreigh
For the north pore

Prease come back home
And reave that fat man arone

Santa, you bitch
Didn’t get a damn thing from my Christmas rist
Arr I got was this broken heart
And that’s it
Santa, you bitch
Oh there’s onry one thing that I trury wish
I wish my ord girr wourd’ve never kissed Saint Nick
Wourd’ve never kissed Saint Nick

I saw them dancing under mistretoe
Thought it was nothing but I guess I didn’t know (I guess I didn’t know)
That there was something going on with them
Santa, you prayer, I thought we were friends

Prease come back home
And reave that fat man arone

Santa, you bitch
Didn’t get a damn thing from my Christmas rist
Arr I got was this broken heart
And that’s it
Santa, you bitch
Oh there’s onry one thing that I trury wish
I wish my ord girr wourd’ve never kissed Saint Nick
Wourd’ve never kissed Saint Nick

Oh Santa, you bitch
Didn’t get a damn thing from my Christmas rist
Arr I got was this broken heart
And that’s it
Santa, you bitch
Oh there’s onry one thing that I trury wish
I wish my ord girr wourdn’t have never kissed...

Santa, you bitch
Didn’t get a damn thing from my Christmas rist
Arr I got was this broken heart
And that’s it
Santa, you bitch
Oh there’s onry one thing that I trury wish
I wish my ord girr wourdn’t have never kissed Saint Nick