Listen to I've Been a Good Girl (feat. Carrie Hope Fletcher) by Tom Fletcher

I've Been a Good Girl (feat. Carrie Hope Fletcher)

Tom Fletcher

Children's Music

Lyrics

I really want it I must have it all Somebody gimme I'm gonna get everything and more I swear I need it I must have it now Somebody buy it 'Cause this is what Christmastime is for I'm clearing out my toy box 'Cause I know that there's gonna be No boring books or new socks Just a mountain of toys for me 'Cause I've been a good girl, Santa At least I think so Unless you were watching when I made Peter from next door Eat that yellow snow Well, Santa Claus, I only did him a favour 'Cause Pete should know that yellow snow isn't lemon flavour You gotta believe me, Santa I've been a real good girl I really want it It's gotta be mine I want to have more than every girl and boy I'm making my list I'm writing this down Dear Santa, just bring me every single toy And I will go to bed soon And I'll open my eyes to see A big pile of toys in a bag And I bet that the tag says that They're all for me 'Cause I've been a good girl, Santa At least I hope so Unless you were watching me cheat in my school exams On the questions I don't know But look into my eyes, see they're getting teary I swear next year I will memorise Pythagoras's theory You gotta forgive me, Santa I've been a real good girl I might not be the best kid in the cafeteria I might not be the nicest girl in school What if I don't fit the nice list strict criteria? God, there must be something I can do Wait I know geeks with nice bright futures Goody-two-shoe nice list losers If I could only get them on their own Then I could edit Santa's letters Have him redirect their presents Get them all delivered to my home, my home The presents I got last year Are dusty, worn and broken And underneath my bed are things I didn't even open The Christmas tree looks bare to me I want more decorations I want my presents to exceed the highest of my expectations Like last year, times by four Covering every inch of the floor Every toy on the planet and then one more I'm praying you hear this You gotta believe me, Santa You have to forgive me, Santa Are you flying to see me, Santa? What will you bring me, Santa? I've been a real good girl
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