Santa is coming
She's looking alright
She knows how to turn on a party
Santa is coming
She's looking alright
She knows how to turn on a party
They've turned down the lights
50 little black dresses
Silver trays of champagne
She's looking at the card on your jacket
She said, "it's such a nice name"
You're just a cowboy
You like to ride alone on the range
There's a whole lot of love in the room
You feel like you are 18 again
18 again
Hit the spotlight and she started dancing
In Santa Clause clothes
Christmas stocking hanging off her shoulder
And a ring through her nose
Look out, she's coming over
You're a long way from home
"And you can tell me," she said, "there's nobody listening"
"Just pretend we are alone"
You're just a cowboy
You like to ride alone on the range
There's a whole lot of love in the room
You feel like you are 18 again
18 again
She made you feel like you were 18 again
18 again
All the board of directors
They're raising their gla**es for you
Feel the love on this night of nights
You are one of the chosen few
Call it the art of deception
You are just trying to lighten the load
Put your fear in the danger
They call it the code of the road
18 again
18 again
She made you feel like you were 18 again
18 again