Snow Maiden Monica is ready to accept gifts under the Christmas tree
He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
It's terrible for me to come to a barbecue on a red Ford
To hell with the circumstances. I create opportunities
Life is too short for you and me to spend it on love
Well yeah I know what you want me to I don't know what you want
I don't know what you want me to do I don't know what I am