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You bring it up in conversation,
so i drag it down into the bar.
Cause all this talk of making babies
is pushing me a little bit too far.
But then your lights come on,
when your driving home,
in the evening after work.
So this christmas please be patient,
for your present for our child.
Cause who knows this time next year,
he may be wrapped up in your arms.
Long nights are getting colder,
i'm losing you in the dark.
I search for fingers through your mittens,
dont let go, dont give up.
But then your lights come on
when your driving home
in the evening after work.
So this christmas please be patient,
for your present for our child.
Cause who knows this time next year,
he may be wrapped up in your arms.
Remember christmas in the 80's,
whams last christmas on the box.
No future worries and the elders,
seemed like giants as the watched
old repeats on Top of the pops.
So this christmas please be patient,
be patient for our child.
Cause who knows this time next year
he may be wrapped up in your arms.
So this christmas please be patient,
for your present for our child.
Cause who knows this time next year,
he may be wrapped up in your arms.
Yeah we may be getting older,
but to me your still brand new.
God i hope we make the new year,
and we're celebrating too.
So this christmas please be patient,
be patient for our child.
Cause who knows maybe next year,
we'll have a baby in our house.
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