I Was Thinking I Could Clean Up for Christmas

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 f**ker 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