- Me: For Christmas I want a boyfriend
- Santa: Let's be realistic
Pilot to co-pilot, baby we’re burning up, adding fuel to the fire we’re ruining our love.
Memories of what used to be keep telling me I can’t let you go.
Instinct says I’m where I need to be, and I bet you’re feeling the same way as me.
Maybe you could think of a way? I want to make it right."