She came wrapped up Like a Christmas gift So delicately put together With all its folded corners And golden bows Only to get ripped apart in the end Oh, I love Christmas… The world warms for a day Even if it's just for a day Chorus: There is nothing warm about her She is the epitome of cold I liked her hidden behind The delicately deceitful wrapping paper Because I couldn't see her true colours But, now, the paper is torn And we will never be the same Chorus She was the package of anthrax that eventually killed me You seem unaffected... you are I seem unaffected... I'm not Chorus