A Very Arcade Xmas

On a Christmas day, early in the beginning of this century Down the road and there, I saw many sights that day Searching for the perfect present to give my love Knocking on every shopkeeper's door Please produce a product worth buying my love A gift to show how I care for her To prove my emotions are real this time So she knows next Christmas will be grand as well It was later that afternoon, the sun had gone down A little bet that I had knocked on just the right store door A little man, with a little snub of hair Came to the handle and turned it, and opened it and Asked if I would enter, and purchase what I would Well were it was perfect, but just a little bit good I went to the rear, where the glass case was Not very full, not overfull that is There was just a small jewel colored rouge I said "How much for that red little jewel there? I think it's just the perfect communicative gift To show that I care (absolutely!) a great deal" Its eight hundred and seventy three dollars, that's the problem I didn't have that much money, not on me at least So I ran out the door and I ran down the road To the bank to withdraw some more cash money I was sure that I had enough, I took it all out And returned to the store to purchase the rouge diamond for my love Alas, I was out of cash, besides the diamond was just glass The diamond was just glass The diamond was just glass The diamond was just glass The diamond was just glass [indiscernible]