[Verse 1: Paloma Faith]
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

[Verse 2: Josh Weller]
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 killing me, oh

[Pre-Chorus: Josh Weller and Paloma Faith]
So Merry Christmas, babe, I think I hate you
A little bit more than last year

[Chorus: Both (Paloma Faith and Josh Weller)]
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

[Verse 3: Josh Weller and Paloma Faith]
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
[Pre-Chorus: Josh Weller and Paloma Faith]
So Merry Christmas, babe, I think I hate you
A little bit more than last year

[Chorus: Both (Paloma Faith and Josh Weller)]
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

(whistling)

[Bridge: Both (Paloma Faith and Josh Weller)]
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 class 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

[Chorus: Both (Paloma Faith and Josh Weller)]
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?