All Time Low – Art Of The State 0

They told me I was lucky,
To have my chance with you,
Now last years summer romance,
Is this year's winter blues?
I treated you so nicely,
To jewellery and champagne,
But you left me empty handed, yeah,
You left me feeling play- ay ay - ed

Now, oh! You're happy with your self
Coz I'm not laughing
Don't you think it's good oh?
Crappy what you did this holiday
When I give you my heart
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash
So I wrote you a song
Hope you sing along and it goes,
Merry Christmas, kiss my ass

They say I'm losing my mind
I thought that for a while
I teared down decorations
They remind me of your smile
I hate that mistletoe,
It makes me think of our first kiss
You bit my lip, you pulled me close
Then you taught me how to quit

Now, oh! You're happy with your self
Coz I'm not laughing
Don't you think it's good oh?
Crappy what you did this holiday
When I give you my heart
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash
So I wrote you a song
Hope that you sing along and it goes,
Merry Christmas, kiss my ass

Some say I calling you up telephone me
Now fuck you go on
Going out
I gave you my all but
I love you more now
I'm jingle belling and every ones yelling
Now true to the bush lets down?
I think that just what Christmas is all about

Now, oh! You're happy with your self
Coz I'm not laughing
Don't you think it's so damn
Trashy what you did this holiday
I gave you my heart
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash
So I wrote you a song
Hope that you sing along and here it goes,
Merry Christmas, bitch, kiss my ass