Texty: Tim McGraw. Dear Santa.

Dear Santa I'm a grown man now,
But I've got a problem here.
If you've been watching then you must know,
I've not been good all year.
I Let her down lost sight of us,
I don't deserve one thing but she does

Dear Santa bring her a heart,
The one she's got is broken.
Fill up her stocking with the words,
That I left unspoken.
Now I'm not asking you to bring her love,
'Cause Christmas morning when she wakes up,
Dear Santa that's what she'll get from me.

Now I remember Christmas past,
When little was enough.
Now all the presents under all the trees
Couldn't save our love.
We need a miricale like the one on 34th,
To get us back to where we were before.

Dear Santa bring her a heart,

The one she's got is broken.
Fill up her stocking with the words,
That I left unspoken.
Now I'm not asking you to bring her love,
'Cause Christmas morning when she wakes up,
Dear Santa that's what she'll get from me.

Dear Santa bring her a heart,
The one she's got is broken.
Fill up her stocking with the words,
That I left unspoken.
Now I'm not asking you to bring her love,
'Cause Christmas morning when she wakes up,
Dear Santa that's what she'll get from me.

(Vocalizing)
Oh Yeah That's Right