Fuck It, This Will Do (But You’re Still My Christmas Treat)

[Verse 1]
I was walkin’ through the shops today,
Tryna find somethin’ sweet to send your way.
But every card was boring as fuck,
Snowmen, robins — mate, I ran outta luck.
Then I saw this one and laughed so loud,
Thought, “Yep, that’s us,”— filthy and proud.
Knew you’d grin that naughty grin you do…
So fuck it, babe… this card will do.

[Pre-Chorus]
’Cause you know what I want tonight,
Not turkey, not pudding — you, in my sight.
Pull me close, let’s make our own cheer,
I’ll unwrap you when midnight gets near.

[Chorus]
So Merry Christmas, babe — fuck it, this will do,
But the real present’s comin’ when I get home to you.
Forget the mistletoe, I’ll kiss everywhere,
Sexy season’s better when you’re in your underwear.
Merry Christmas, babe — this card’s lazy but it’s true…
Fuck it — this’ll do, ‘cause all I want is you.

[Verse 2]
You know I’m useless at cards and the rest,
But I’m damn good at makin’ you moan, confess.
I’ll make your bells jingle, your stockings shake,
Give you that festive “ohhh” you can’t fake.
Forget tidy wrapping, glitter and bows —
I’ll give you somethin’ that really glows.
Christmas spirit? Baby, it’s you…
And fuck it — this card will do.

[Bridge — Spoken, R. Kelly style whisper]
Yeah baby…
I didn’t buy this card outta effort…
I bought it ’cause it made me think of that filthy smile…
And what you’re gonna do to me tonight…
Unwrap me slow…
Show me your ho-ho-ho.

[Final Chorus]
Merry Christmas, babe — fuck it, this is fine,
But wait till later when your body’s on mine.
Forget the carols — I’ll make you sing,
You’re my favourite naughty festive thing.
Merry Christmas, love — this crappy card is true…
Fuck it — this’ll do,
’Cause all I want…
Is you.