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One day she called me up and told me 'bout this guy
She met him last week when she was out
She didn't say sorry, just said she's in hurry
And she liked the time we had but now goodbye - and merry christmas

Ch.:
  Merry christmas
  She tore my heart, pissed my soul,
  Left me behind to die alone
  I cannot tell ya how I hate that bitch

I wonder if she likes the pictures I shot of her mum,
Her daddy will not be too pleased, I'm certain
There's a bag now in her locker with some powder inside
I told a teacher that it is so white like snow on christmas

Ch.:
  Merry christmas
  She tore my heart, pissed my soul,
  Left me behind to die alone
  I cannot tell ya how I hate that bitch

Then I met this girl, as I came to his house
She said he was her boy 'till he met my girlfriend
The fuel can in her hand told me what's in her mind
I love that babe, 'cause she's a goddamn pyromaniac

Ch.:
  Merry christmas
  She tore my heart, pissed my soul,
  Left me behind to die alone
  I cannot tell ya how I hate that bitch

  Merry Christmas
  Her Daddy's gone, she's in prison,
  Her boyfried's burnt but I won't miss him
  In between I found a brand new bitch

©2005 by Markus Göbbels