Fmaj7
Hey, Christmas tree.
                           Gm7
That fella there, he really int’rests me.
        Fmaj7                Am7           Dm7
If I stand next to you and give him a smile,
            Am7         Dm7
he’ll want to stay for a while
      Gm7                      C7
and maybe wander here and chat.

[Verse 2]
       Fmaj7
Mr. Gingerbread,
                            Gm7
if she eats you, you’ll be in her head,
        Fmaj7                       Am7        Dm7
and you can tell me things that she’ll want to hear.
       Am7           Dm7
I’ll be sweet and sincere.
         Gmin7      C7          F
What kind of girl would not like that?


                 A7
I guess there’s nowhere to hide.
                  Dm7
I think I’ll swallow my pride.
            Gm7               C
The worst that she could ever tell me is
F
no
                     A7
one should be by themselves
                              Dm7
when stockings hang from the shelves.
     G7
I’ll keep
         G7
him warm
              C7
when it begins to snow.

[Verse 3]
F
Hey, nativity.
                                Gm7
Please hear me praying that (he/she)’s into me,
      F                           Am7   Dm7
‘cause (he/she)’s a present that I’m awfully sure—
     Am7                    Dm7
more than gold, more than myrrh—
     Gm7      C      F
I would be grateful to receive.

[Solo]

[Verse 4]
                       A7
But she’s so out of my league.
                  Dm7
I think I’m starting to see
                Gm7              C
a Christmas party’s not a place to find
F
love
        A7
is a dangerous game.
                    Dm7
What if he thinks I’m insane
     G7
or dumb
     G7
or rude
           C7
or all of the above?

F
Hey, mistletoe,
                               Gm7
tonight I won’t be getting kissed, ya know,
 F                                Am7              Dm7
but I’ll come stand beneath your leaves for a spell
       Am7            Dm7
and pray that no one can tell
      Gm7        C                F
I’ll be alone on Christmas Eve…
          Gm7      C7/F#      Fmaj7
…or I’ll just grab my coat and leave.