He's several hours late
The skyline's growing dim
While others deck the halls
You dream of decking here-
My choice in men has always been pathetic I suppose
The guy who stole my credit card, the guy who tried on my clothes
And so a row of self-help books by my bedroom shelf-
but there's one rule those books forgot-
You'll never fall in love with an elf
His endless talk of Christmas town
Will test your every nerve
Still he's kind of cute I guess
Well if you grade on a curve
And though you vowed you'd never say
just look at yourself-
now you're halfway through a christmas song
called never fall in love... with an elf-
The holidays will seem bittersweet
but you're alone in bed-
but how can one girl ever compete
with the magic that guy in a flying sleigh