Verse: 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 Verse 2: 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