Underneath the Christmas tree
The presents and the mystery
I wonder if i'll be just fine
Its just me under mistletoe
But [bad word] me i'm content alone
My mind is unconventional
I'll be just fine

And I'll lose all my thoughts
When the snow falls down in dots
Weather like a feather
I guess i like this a lot
And even though i can barely breathe
From this cold that's chasing me
Sick on the Xsmas Eve

So I'll sing
o-o-o-o-h
o-o-o-o-h (I'll stay happy)
o-o-o-o-o-oh