The Regrettes - Holiday-ish Lyrics
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Holiday-ish
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What Are The Lyrics For Holiday-ish By The Regrettes?
When it's sunny out in mid-December
You're giving me a holiday in any weather I'll bake some cookies and you'll sing me a song And we can make an angel in our grassy lawn And the snow won't fall And the fire's too hot And when my family calls Will I pick up or not? And when I look at you And you look back at me There's nothing I would rather do You're the most holiday-ish sight that I could see There's not much caroling around our street, but If you wanna sing along with us, then keep up Will you creep around when I'm asleep? And turn my right foot stocking into a pair of feet And the snow won't fall And the fire's too hot When my family calls Will I pick up or not? And when I hear your voice And I know you're around I couldn't make a better choice Or hear a more appropriate or holiday-ish sound And the rain could fall Or the sun could shine And when our families call We'll talk to yours and mine We'll build a gingerbread house While we're playin' house We'll hang our mistletoe And eat some cookie dough Or write a holiday song For you to sing along The feeling's all within the thought So this is the most holiday-ish holiday we've got |
Who Wrote Holiday-ish By The Regrettes?
Will Van Boldrik, Dylan Minnette, Lydia Night
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What's The Duration Of The Holiday-ish By The Regrettes?The duration of Holiday-ish is 3:18 minutes and seconds. |
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