Lyrics

Don't you put those things in my bag. I need space for my stuff. I tried to get the end of the breath to give myself a few more. Don't you put those things in my bag. Don't you put those things in my bag. Tear the paper off the box. Sometimes the best fun. Watching all the girls and their clocks. Holding back the fun run. Don't you put those things in my bag. Don't you put those things in my bag. 'Cause all these things are running 'round my head. Catch them, stop them, hold them in your hands. Finding out that Santas dead. No, that's not true, son. Waiting for the winter to come, So I can spend time with you some. Don't you put those things in my bag. Don't you put those things in my bag. 'Cause all these things are running 'round my head. Catch them, stop them, hold them in your hands. 'Cause all these things are running 'round my head. Catch them, stop them, hold them in your hands.
Writer(s): Julian Ward, Kenny Mccracken, Jen Dalby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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