The first thing on my Christmas list is scissors
To cut away this wall that's blocking me from you
I should be your misses and you would be my mister
To love and cherish through good and bad, 'I do'
How I wish upon a star that you and me could become 'we'
But there's one little problem with this perfect little dream
You have no idea my love for you hurts
And you never will, 'cause she's the one that makes you smile and sigh