People say "tis the season"
I write to Santa all year like a friend
Egg nog in my cornflakes
And I grow mistletoe under my bed
'Cause I'm the Season's Crazy Superfan
I hide away with Christmas Contraband
I've got a crush on a new boy
Now all my gingerbread men look like him
He held my hand at the movies
I'll bring him home but I know it will end
'Cause I'm the Seasons' Crazy Superfan
He'll run away from Christmas Contraband
In my doorway kissin'
I put on a playlist
I hear sleigh bells in it
But he says it's his favorite
Things were heating up when
I looked down and saw it
A tattoo he kept hidden
Of Santa and his Missus!
He's the Season's Crazy Superfan
He couldn't hide his Christmas contraband
We'll honeymoon in the North Pole
And build a house with a candy cane door
'Cause we're the Season's Crazy Superfans
We'll hide away with Christmas Contraband