My Kind of Christmas

It would be the night that you´re here whit me,

the night that you´ll never go,
and the night that doesn´t be so cold,
just whit the warm of your arms.


Have to be whit a whisky on your boobs,
whit a chocolate over your body,
and i could lick it from your legs
and finish whit a kiss on your mouth.


My kind of a  Christmas Eve,
was one when santa doesn´t come,
because your my best gift ever,
and all my whishes for the new year.

My Christmas three,
is made whit your siluet,
at your body i could hang up
a lot of presents, over your neck
arms and legs.

And i could say that this place is my home,
you will se, that this moment is just so perfect
´cause i can see you´re the one,
because you´re my kind of christmas...