Gigi

Wouldn't it be great, to dance on fallen snow, say Christmas is here again, sadly it's not a ruse, a famous night that’s gone, what we've got to lose, don't worry about gain, at supper ask for bones, they will find us grain, forget it is our due, dispense a need for show, serve our party gruel, we’ll always walk in grace, spit upon the loans, consider what remains, we can never choose, when we’re up or down, how we burn our fuel, only here to celebrate, deeds where loving grows, champagne cognac don't be late, will we ever know ?