She dreams of loveless sex
And heaving on the beach
Ho to scale the height's
You need an aeroplane to reach
The dream queen of shindig
The empress of play
In a place where it's all inclusive
Reality fade away
Bloody Mary's by the gallon
Slave to a sunlight passion
She's baking herself to a glowing ember
She loves holidays in
She loves holidays in December
She hates the job and she hates the pay
Hates to stand around all day
Waiting for the clock to take her home
Half past four and she's going home
To a TV set and life alone
Everybody has a cross to bare
For money to spend and new threads to wear
Amazing times you won't remember
She loves holidays in December
She loves holidays in December
The MasterBakers - Jan's Rhapsody Lyrics
The MasterBakers - Jan's Rhapsody Lyrics
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She dreams of loveless sex
And heaving on the beach
Ho to scale the height's
You need an aeroplane to reach
The dream queen of shindig
The empress of play
In a place where it's all inclusive
Reality fade away
Bloody Mary's by the gallon
Slave to a sunlight passion
She's baking herself to a glowing ember
She loves holidays in
She loves holidays in December
She hates the job and she hates the pay
Hates to stand around all day
Waiting for the clock to take her home
Half past four and she's going home
To a TV set and life alone
Everybody has a cross to bare
For money to spend and new threads to wear
Amazing times you won't remember
She loves holidays in December
She loves holidays in December
And heaving on the beach
Ho to scale the height's
You need an aeroplane to reach
The dream queen of shindig
The empress of play
In a place where it's all inclusive
Reality fade away
Bloody Mary's by the gallon
Slave to a sunlight passion
She's baking herself to a glowing ember
She loves holidays in
She loves holidays in December
She hates the job and she hates the pay
Hates to stand around all day
Waiting for the clock to take her home
Half past four and she's going home
To a TV set and life alone
Everybody has a cross to bare
For money to spend and new threads to wear
Amazing times you won't remember
She loves holidays in December
She loves holidays in December
Writer: Gareth Pritchard, Robert Riley
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