Throwing Muses - Santa Claus
Harvest your tears, in a sieve
I can spill things down your shoulders - hold them.
And I’m afraid you remind me of santa claus,
In a good way.
And you are like santa claus
I’ll sit in a square
Oh in my head, oh my santa claus
(run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
I see you at night, I shine
My arm in your chest
Now I’ll sit in a square
Oh in my head, oh my santa claus
(run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
Run around, around, around, around
In my boxes - i...
I know it’s not your face
I love your neck
Now I sit in a square
Oh in my head, oh my santa claus
(run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
Only eighteen-and-a-half, no two times
Nuh ho ho ho ho ho
Oh you. I love you, don’t know
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!
I see you at night, I shine
My arm in your chest
Now I’ll sit in a square
Oh in my head, oh my santa claus
(run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
Run around, around, around, around
In my boxes - i...
I know it’s not your face
I love your neck
I sit in a square
Oh in my head, oh my santa claus
(run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
Only eighteen-and-a-half, no two times
Nuh ho ho ho ho ho
Oh you. I love you, don’t know
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!