Paloma Faith - It's Christmas (and I Hate You) lyrics

Well, it's been so long since we first met And the honeymoon is over, I'd like to forget The night we met you lied to me You said that you were nineteen when you were twenty-three Well, it's cold outside but colder in here Every year I want to leave you, I get the yuletide fear Well, there's snow on the street, and a star on the tree We may be happily married but you're k**ing me, oh So Merry Christmas, babe, I think I hate you A little bit more than last year This year, my present to you I'm getting sick of Christmas, I'm already sick of you This year, my present to you I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you You hoe, hoe, hoe Your mother never liked me You've got an Oedipus complex Your father's so self-righteous And he thinks he's Malcolm X, oh So Merry Christmas, babe, I think I hate you A little bit more than last year This year, my present to you I'm getting sick of Christmas, I'm already sick of you This year, my present to you I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you You hoe, hoe, hoe I hate your smile I hate your folks I hate our kids I hate your clothes I hate your kiss I hate your smell I hate your music taste as well “Darling, cool is not music” I hate how middle cla** we are I hate your silver executive car I hate your job You're such a knob! “It's your turn to walk the dog.” “Where is the dog?” It's your dog This year, my present to you I'm getting sick of Christmas, I'm already sick of you This year, my present to you I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you You hoe, hoe, hoe This year, my present to you Yes this year I'm getting sick of Christmas, I'm already sick of you My present to you This year, my present to you I'm walking, I'm walking I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you Outta here, out that door You hoe, hoe, hoe This year, my present to you Oh, ho, yeah, I ain't nobody's hoe, I ain't gon' be your hoe no more I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you, I'm leaving you Oh oooh, yeah yeah hey …Josh? Josh?