Santa Claus Is Coming to Town (feat. Frank Sinatra)

de Ava Max

Yeah
Pull up in the range, in my brand new whip and go (go, yeah)
With the full eclipse and the Moon lit, lit like woah
Everything blurred, mixed in all that smoke with the grey goose
Fendi bag, yeah, I'm the bar top boat, my hands on you

Take a picture
Of my figure, yeah
Catch a glimmer
Allow me to remind you, baby

I'm the keys to your car, babe
If you lose me then, baby, good luck
I'm the king to your checkmate
So used up, baby, you've won
I'm the bubbles in your champagne
Could be tired like you're holdin' your cup
I'm the keys to your car, babe
Woah, oh, oh

Know that you need me
Oh, yeah
Uhum
Woah, oh, oh
Oh, yeah
Uhum
Know that you need me
Oh, yeah
Uhum
Woah, oh, oh
Oh, yeah
Uhum
Know that you need me

Catwalk to the hall, wish [?] someone to (oh, yeah)
Three, four, five, six, seven, let the liquor flow through
Six in the morning, tell me now, what we gon' do? Yeah
Driver pull up in the black car, baby, let's move

Take a picture
Of my figure, yeah
Catch a glimmer
Allow me to remind you, baby

I'm the keys to your car, babe (oh, yeah)
If you lose me then, baby, good luck (uhum)
I'm the king to your checkmate (oh, yeah)
So used up, baby, you've won (uhum)
I'm the bubbles in your champagne (oh, yeah)
Could be tired like you're holdin' your cup (uhum)
I'm the keys to your car, babe (oh, yeah)
Woah, oh, oh (uhum)

Know that you need me
Oh, yeah
Uhum
Woah, oh, oh
Oh, yeah
Uhum
Know that you need me
Oh, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Uhum
Woah, oh, oh
Oh, yeah
Uhum
Know that you need me

I'm the keys to your car, babe
If you lose me then, baby, good luck
I'm the king to your checkmate
So used up, baby, you've won
I'm the bubbles in your champagne
Could be tired like you're holdin' your cup
I'm the keys to your car, babe
Woah, oh, oh

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