Aimee Mann

I ^A was thinking I could cl ^G ean up for Christmas ^Bm
And then, ba ^A by, I'm t ^G hrough ^D
Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference
Except maybe to you
But I've t ^F ried to use that tr ^D ick
Like a car ^F rot on a sti ^D ck ^Fm
So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
Then, baby, I'm through
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
And then, baby, I'm done
One less fucker trying to get in the business
Of the prodigal son
Where I know I can't compete
Once I'm off of Hastings Street
So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
Then, baby, I'm done
'C ^A ause I can't live loaded and I can't live sober ^{G Bm}
An ^A d I've been this way since the end of October ^{G Bm}
An ^A d I know enough to know
That, b ^G aby, when it's o ^Bm ver, it's ^D over
And it's over
'Cause, baby, I'm ^A done
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
And then call it a day
Tell you I'm sorry that I made you a witness
To my moral decay
And that, once upon a time
I believed it was a victimless crime
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
Then call it a day
Then call it a day
Then call it a day
Paul Ardizzone
emitremus3@hotmail.com