They told me I was lucky To have my chance with you. Now, last year's summer romance Is this year's winter blues. I treated you so nicely To jewelry and champagne, But you left me empty handed, yeah, You left me feeling play-ay-ayed. Now, I hope you're happy with yourself 'Cause I'm not laughing. Don't you think it's kind of crappy What you did this holiday? When I gave you my heart, you ripped it apart Like wrapping paper trash. So I wrote you a song, Hope that you sing along And it goes, "Merry Christmas, Kiss my ass." You say I'm losing my mind, I thought that for a while. I tear down decorations; They remind me of your smile. I hate that mistletoe, it makes me Think of our first kiss. You bit my lip, you pulled me close And then you taught me how to quit. Now, I hope you're happy with yourself 'Cause I'm not laughing. Don't you think it's kind of crappy What you did this holiday? When I gave you my heart, you ripped it apart Like wrapping paper trash. So I wrote you a song, Hope that you sing along And it goes, "Merry Christmas, Kiss my ass." I'm so sick of calling you won't telephone me. No, fuck you girl, I'm going out. I gave you my all, but our love hit a wall now. I'm jingle belling, and everyone's yelling. We'll drink till the bars shut us down. Ain't that just what Christmas is all about. And I hope, hope you're happy with yourself 'Cause I'm not laughing. Don't you think it's so damn trashy What you did this holiday? (So trashy!) I gave you my heart, you ripped it apart Like wrapping paper trash. (Wrapping paper trash) So I wrote you a song, Hope that you sing along. Here it goes, "Merry Christmas, bitch. Kiss my ass."