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Where are you, baby?
And where is that look in your eye?
Where's my Chris Cringle?
And where are you on Christmas night?
And most of all where the fuck are my presents?
Well you can build a snowman, and you can hang the mistletoe
But if there's nothing under my tree baby
Well I'm afraid you'll be alone tomorrow
Most of all where the fuck are my presents?
Late last August you asked me to go out with you
I wish I knew then what now I know is true
I offered you everything, the stars, and the moon
Now I'm singing a different tune
Most of all where
Most of all where
Most of all where the fuck are my presents?
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