paroles de chanson It Must Be Christmas Time - Tom Fletcher

It's cold outside, and up your nose
Your bogeys freeze like icicles
I'm beginning to think it must be Christmastime
Your dad is making sure the roof
Can withstand any reindeer hoof
I'm beginning to think it must be Christmastime

Your mum is roasting turkey and your granny wants to boil it
But they still can't stop the Brussels sprouts from tasting like the toilet
When all the grown-ups seem to drink a little too much wine
I'm beginning to think it must be Christmastime

You let a big fat man with a long white beard inside your home and it don't seem weird
I'm beginning to think it must be Christmastime
If you think that's odd, then check this out
There's a six-foot tree inside your house!
It makes no sense, it must be Christmastime

The mice sleep with the cats because it stops them getting colder
And the fleas are building snowmen in the dandruff on your shoulder
When everyone is singing unrehearsed in perfect rhyme
I'm beginning to think it must be Christmastime

It must be Christmastime
It must be Christmastime
It must be Christmastime
It must be Christmastime

I'm beginning to think it must be Christmastime
Due to fairy lights, your utility bill's unusually high
So leave a note for Santa, but don't give him things to eat
'Cause he's only one mince pie away from morbidly obese

I'm beginning to think it must be Christmastime
All the sensible folk are home because they ordered stuff online
I'm beginning to think it looks like
I'm beginning to think it sounds like
If it looks and sounds and feels like
Then it must be Christmastime