I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up For Christmas Lyrics - The Forgotten Arm - Aimee Mann

I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas 

And then, baby, I'm through 

Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference 

Except maybe to you 

But I've tried to use that trick 

Like a carrot on a stick 

So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas 

Then, baby, I'm through 

I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas 

And then, baby, I'm done 

One less fucker trying to get in the business 

Of the prodigal son 

Where I know I can't compete 

Once I'm off of Hastings Street 

So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas 

Then, baby, I'm done 

'Cause I can't live loaded and I can't live sober 

And I've been this way since the end of October 

And I know enough to know 

That, baby, when it's over, it's over 

And it's over 

'Cause, baby, I'm done 

I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas 

And then call it a day 

Tell you I'm sorry that I made you a witness 

To my moral decay 

And that, once upon a time 

I believed it was a victimless crime 

I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas 

Then call it a day 

Then call it a day 

Then call it a day