All I want for Christmas - The Chingle Chingles
to the tune of the most iconic Christmas tune ever, sung in such superlative fashion <3
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I don't want a lot for Christmas
There are just one hundred things I need
I don't care about the Christmas spirit
Receiving is where I succeed
I want you for my own
More than you could ever know
But only if you make my wishes come true
And you won't need Gemma "Bear Grylls" Collins to save you
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There are just one hundred things I need
I don't care about the Christmas spirit
Receiving is where I succeed
I don't want to have to hang your cock
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a sex toy on Christmas Day.
I want you for my own
More than you could ever know
But only if you make my wishes come true
And you won't need Gemma "Bear Grylls" Collins to save you
Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
And I'm just gonna keep on waiting
For you to bring my silver ho
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I know you'll bring what I need
Or Santa's gonna see you without a dick.
I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
After I receive Edwina Currie in the night
Baby all I want for Christmas is for you,
to bring me all my golden shoes
The sound of childrens'
whining fills the air
But you know that won't compare
to me if I don't get my diamond chair.
And while I hear the sound of ka-ching
I also hear Shell(ey Smith) singing
Santa, won't you bring me that as well?
I don't wanna have to put you through hell
Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
If you don't like it
Then get your ass outside my door.
I want you for my own
More than you could ever know
But only if you make my wishes come true
And you won't need Gemma "Bear Grylls" Collins to save you
All I want for Christmas is my silver ho, baby
All I want for Christmas is Edwina in the night, baby
All I want for Christmas are my golden shoes, baby
All I want for Christmas is Shell(ey Smith), baby.
Won't you bring me what I need?