LYRIC FOR SALE

By Spyros Tsamitas

Option A
{Climate change, sun is up
Late November I’m getting fed up
Don’t wear coat, temp isn’t chilling
But I crave that snowy feeling}
Option B
{Mid November, sun is up
Halloween’s not that far back
Spiderwebs still on my ceiling
But I crave that snowy feeling}

White powder on my nose
Snow streets knee-deep, frozen toes
Man, can’t wait to reach the attic
Pick the decos, I’m a Christmas addict

Christmas addict, Christmas addict,
Gingle bells, I feel ecstatic
Christmas addict, Christmas addict,
Gingerbread’s so aromatic
Frank, Mariah and George
I can’t get enough of those
Getting cozy with my boo
Snort a snowman or two

So long longing for thanksgiving
Wishful-jections taking, giving
Checking on my homies’ pulse
Getting joy overdose
On my heart there is no crack
Only pumping Christmas charm
Man, such holiday is frantic
Need no rehab, I’m a Christmas addict

Christmas addict, Christmas addict,
Gingle bells, I feel ecstatic
Christmas addict, Christmas addict,
Need no meth, just turkey stuffing
Frank, Mariah and George
I can’t get enough of those
Getting cozy with my boo
Snort a snowman or two

Such addiction ain’t bad
Detox’s not about that
Cinnamon’s what one inhales
Gravy sauce runs through my veins
Ain’t need pulp fiction kit
Drummer boy dance to the beat