That moment the first few flakes start falling
Is the moment before I burst into tears
Cause snow in the air means Christmas shopping
Huh
And the thought of it all just stresses me out
Woe is me
Woe is me
Would she kinda like this canary yellow?
Or does she already own way too many scarves?
I could get her a backpack, it's somethin' to carry
But this is way too much pressure, it's breaking my heart
Woe is me
Woe is me
I'm ready to wrap that perfect Christmas gift
But I haven't found it yet
Cause I don't have a clue what to get you
So I'll give you my heart
I wander around the store again and again
But all I do is shrug
Cause I don't have a clue what to get you
And I'm ready to say