⎠ððŪðŽððĒð§ ððĒððððŦ - ððĒðŽððĨðððĻð
Ayy, love,
ððĄð ð°ðĒðŽð ðĶðð§ ððĻðĨðĨðĻð°ðð ððĄð ðŽðððŦ
ððĄð ð°ððē ð ððĻðĨðĨðĻð°ðð ðĶðē ðĄðððŦð
ðð§ð ðĒð ðĨðð ðĶð ððĻ ð ðĶðĒðŦðððĨð
Ayy, love
don't you buy me nothing
'Cause I am feeling one thing, your lips on my lips
That's a merry, merry Christmas
ððĒððĄ ðēðĻðŪ, ðŽðĄðð°ððē, ð°ðĒððĄ ðēðĻðŪ
With you, shawty, with you
With you, under the mistletoe