[Intro – whispered, warm]
Shhh… close your eyes, baby…
Santa’s comin’ down the chimney tonight…
[Verse 1 – slow, smoky, teasing]
Snow’s fallin’ soft but I’m burning inside,
Got a bow on my hips and a secret to hide.
Tiptoe quiet through the peppermint haze,
‘Cause I’ve been naughty in a thousand ways.
Curtains drawn, but the lights still glow,
Red lace peeking like a “ho ho ho.”
If you hear bells ringin’, that’s not the sleigh—
That’s me callin’ Santa to come and play.
[Pre-Chorus – playful, breathy]
Lay your head down, baby, pretend to sleep…
‘Cause Santa doesn’t keep secrets cheap.
[Chorus – full burlesque swing]
Go to sleep… when Santa comes,
He don’t bring toys, he just brings fun.
Stockings hung high, and I’m the treat—
Better be quiet when you hear his feet.
Go to sleep… when Santa comes,
‘Cause I get sweeter when the clock strikes one.
Oh darling, hush…
It’s Christmas blush…
[Verse 2 – flirtier, deeper tease]
Tinsel tangled through my raven hair,
Candy-apple lips say “don’t you dare.”
He checks his list, then checks me twice—
Says I “naughty” just right, not too nice.
Milk on my skin in a porcelain drip,
Cookie-crumb sin on my velvet lip.
Santa’s got gloves but he won’t keep ‘em on,
Not when I’m humming his midnight song.
[Pre-Chorus – sultry whisper]
Close those eyes now, baby, don’t you peek…
Santa’s only naughty once a week.
[Chorus – swaying, seductive]
Go to sleep… when Santa comes,
He don’t bring toys, he just brings fun.
Stockings hung high, and I’m the treat—
Better be quiet when you hear his feet.
Go to sleep… when Santa comes,
‘Cause I get sweeter when the clock strikes one.
Oh darling, hush…
It’s Christmas blush…
[Bridge – slow, grinding, breath on the mic]
Hear the sleigh?
Hear that sigh?
That’s Santa’s “baby, don’t be shy.”
Mistletoe low, lights turned red—
Ribbons unwrap on my big brass bed.
[Final Chorus – fuller, hotter, but still lullaby-coded]
Go to sleep… when Santa comes,
Let the world dream while I get spun.
Sugar-plum sins where the shadows meet—
Hope you stay quiet when you hear his feet.
Go to sleep… when Santa comes,
‘Cause I get wicked when the night’s half-done.
Oh darling, hush…
It’s Christmas… crush…
[Outro – whispered, teasing]
Goodnight… unless you hear sleigh bells.
Then you know what to do…
