Girl I don't have a lot of money, you see
Sure I play a little guitar but I barely sing
The one thing I wish this Christmas Eve
Is you'd fall in love with me
Girl I'm no coffee shop poet at all
I wrote you that note on a napkin and you still haven't called
So pack up your bangs and I'll grab the keys
Come run away with me
Drive out to old Mexico
Leave the new world
And love like we're dying
If you want snow I'll make snow
Block the sun stop the desert from drying
I'll never stop trying
Maybe when midnight is here
You'll kiss me like you did last year
Boy I don't need a lot of money you see
You know your old beat up guitar is my favorite thing
About you I want you all your terrible things
I want you this Christmas Eve
Chorus