This is what I can do for you.

It's true: I hunted you,

You have been the quarry of my own obsessive love.

But now I can change your life,

It is my turn to give as once I was given,

To be the bringer of good things as once they were brought to me.

I want nothing from you except that you permit me to be your Santa Claus.

Yes, you are my sweetest possession but,

It's not supposed to be this way

It's not supposed to be this day

It's not supposed to be this night

Because you are not here to put it right

And you are not here to hold me tight.

It shouldn't be this way

It shouldn't be this day!