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'Twould be a true Christmas without you. He had obsessed and guessed about you, Till his spies accessed What you said last night in bed, So worried he'd steal your privacy. He spent a blue Christmas assertin' He'd heard hints you'd be subvertin' Whims that demonstrate his right To render you in broad daylight To spoil a true blue's Christmas.
Music by John W. Johnson To 'Bush's Christmas Carols' |