They told me I was lucky To have my chance with you Now last year’s summer romance Is this year’s winter blues I treated you so nicely To jewelry and champagne But you left me empty handed, yea You left me feeling plain
I hope you’re happy with yourself ‘Cause I’m not laughing Don’t you think it’s kind of crappy What you did this holiday? When I gave you my heart, you ripped it apart Like a wrapping paper trash So I wrote you a song, Hope that you sing along And it goes, “Merry Christmas, Kiss my ass”
You say I’m losing my mind I thought that for a while I tear down decorations They remind me of your smile I hate that mistletoe it makes me Think of our first kiss You bit my lip, you pulled me close And then you taught me how to quit
I hope you’re happy with yourself ‘Cause I’m not laughing Don’t you think it’s kind of crappy What you did this holiday? When I gave you my heart, you ripped it apart Like a wrapping paper trash So I wrote you a song, Hope that you sing along And it goes, “Merry Christmas, Kiss my ass”
I’m so sick of calling You up, telephone me No, fuck you girl, I’m going out I gave you my all, but I'm loving a wall now I’m jingle belling, everyone’s laughing We’ll drink till the bars shut us down I think that’s just what Christmas is all about
And I hope you’re happy with yourself ‘Cause I’m not laughing Don’t you think it’s so damn trashy What you did this holiday? (So trashy) I gave you my heart, you ripped it apart Like a wrapping paper trash (wrapping paper trash) So I wrote you a song, Hope that you sing along And it goes, “Merry Christmas, bitch. Kiss my ass.”