John McDermott and Michael P. Smith - Fairytale Of New York

Picture: New York with Snow http://www.indiwall.com/wallpaper/interior-decorators-new-york-city-wallpaper-download-met-life-building-in-winter/ Lyrics: It was christmas eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said some: I won't see another one And then they sang a song A rare old mountain dew I turned my face away and I thought of you Got on a lucky one Came in eighteen to one I´ve got a feeling This year´s for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby There's gonna be good time Where all our dreams come true They got cars big as bars They got rivers of gold But the wind goes right through you It´s no place for the old When you first took my hand on a cold christmas eve You promised me broadway was waiting for me You were handsome and pretty Queen of New York City when the band finished playing they yelled out for more Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing We kissed on a corner Then danced through the night And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing out for Christmas day I could have been someone And so could anyone I took my dreams from you When I first met you I kept them with me babe And I put them with my own I can´t make it all alone I´ve built my dreams around you You´re a bum you´re a punk You´re an old slut on junk Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed You scumbag you maggot You cheap lousy faggot Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it´s our last And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay And the bells were ringing out For Christmas day I love you baby I´ve got a feeling This year´s for me and you So happy Christmas I love you baby There's gonna be good time Where all our dreams come true