jesus held your head while you were throwing up your guts
these holiday parties are like a thousand little papercuts
when i met you, you were cautiously punk
oh noelle! be my holiday drunk!
well i can't possibly be staying up late
'cause i've gotta work at a quarter to eight
oh noelle i simply can't celebrate
you lifted your head to the sound of a song
the boys in the kitchen, they were singing along,
when i met you, i was desperately sunk...
oh noelle! be my holiday drunk!
well i can't possibly compete with them all
cause i stand out like a hole in the wall
oh give me one good reason...
i can't possibly compete with them all
but i know this time you're gonna call
and give me one good reason
to make it through this holiday season.
oh noelle, you've been a pleasure to see.
