This Christmas

This year all that I want for Christmas is you
Anything less than that just would not do
So when I awake and look under the tree
I pray that it is you patiently waiting for me

You are the greatest gift a man could receive
No longer do I need to search in these streets
Why chase after a dime when you have a diamond
One whose value exceeds that of a virgin's hymen

Like hieroglyphics the writing's on the walls
Saying that you are the fairest of them all
A gorgeously melanated Cinderella who's already a Queen
So when the clock strikes twelve you remain on the scene

That golden slipper has no bearing on how I see you
Even on the worst of your days you're still very beautiful
Somebody tell St. Nick that I've found my joy toy
And to give me a call so he can holla at his boy