Express (Santa Baby) [Live From The Crazy Horse]

Santa, baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me Been an awful good girl Santa, baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight That's right, ah Santa, baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue I'll wait up for you, dear Santa, baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight That's right Feel-feel-feel it Feel it Feel it Feel-feel-feel it E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex Ladies, no regrets E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex Ladies, no regrets Been holding back for quite some time And finally the moment's right I love to see the people stare They know I got that certain savoir-faire (hey) Fasten up Can you imagine what would happen if I let you close enough to touch? (Oh) Step into the fantasy You'll nevеr wanna leave, baby, that's guaranteed (why?) It's a passion, an emotion, it's a fashion, Burlesque It'll move you, goin' through you, so do what I do, Burlesque All ladies confident, flaunt it, boys throw it up if you want it Can you feel it? It's Burlesque Feel-feel-feel it (hey) (Feel-feel-feel it) Burlesque (Whoo!) Burlesque