Better to Give (This Christmas)

Oooh babe…
It’s Christmas time…
And I got a special kind of love…
(Yeah… you know the kind I mean…)

Verse 1

Girl, you’re looking like a present
Wrapped tight just for me,
Got that cheeky little smile
Like you’re plotting something cheeky.

You whisper, “Baby, it’s Christmas,
Let’s make memories tonight…”
I said, “Say no more, love,
I’m already feeling extra nice…”

Pre-Chorus

You bent over the sofa
Like you’re checking fairy lights,
And I swear Santa himself would say:
“Bloody hell… that’s a sight.”

Chorus

’Cause some Christmas gifts
Are like anal sex —
It’s better to give
Than to bloody receive, oh yes.

So bend it over, baby,
You know what I mean…
Let me stuff your stocking
Like it’s 2026.

Better to give…
Oh babe, better to give…
(Yeah you feel that Christmas spirit now…)

Verse 2

You said, “Come on then, big lad,
Let’s jingle all the bells…”
So I grabbed your hips
Like Santa grabs his elves.

You’re laughing, I’m sweating,
It’s a proper festive scene,
Even Rudolph blushed
When he saw what I’d seen.

Bridge

You moaned “Ho ho ho—
What a Christmas treat…”
I said “Careful, love,
Or you’ll knock over the mince pies with your feet.”

Final Chorus

Some Christmas gifts
Are like back-door joy,
It’s better to give
Than to take it, boy.

So turn around, darling,
Let’s make Christmas cheer,
I’ll be Santa…
You’ll be naughty…
Let’s do it again next year.