Ingrid Michaelson - December Baby

The colored lights they brightly shine
Unlike your eyes avoiding mine
The snow is folding sheet upon sheet
Our hands not holding as we cross the street
You have had your fill your fill of me
You have had your fill your fill of me
I wore the dress I thought you loved
But my boots are filling with snow you shoved
Off of the car we climb into
You finished first I must catch up to you
You have had your fill your fill of me
You have had your fill your fill of me
How can I catch up when I don't don't want to
How can I catch up when I still want you
You have had your fill your fill of me
You have had your fill your fill of me
December baby you are my
December baby you are my
December baby you are my
December baby you are mine
The colored lights they brightly shine
Unlike your eyes avoiding mine
The snow is folding sheet upon sheet
Our hands not holding as we cross the street
You have had your fill your fill of me
You have had your fill your fill of me
I wore the dress I thought you loved
But my boots are filling with snow you shoved
Off of the car we climb into
You finished first I must catch up to you
You have had your fill your fill of me
You have had your fill your fill of me
How can I catch up when I don't don't want to
How can I catch up when I still want you
You have had your fill your fill of me
You have had your fill your fill of me
December baby you are my
December baby you are my
December baby you are my
December baby you are mine
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