In the corner of our living room, a mountain’s growing high
Of papered gifts all sprawled across the floor
Everyone has locked themselves away in separate rooms
“Keep Out!” signs are stuck on every door
The ritual of wrapping well it happens every year
More important than the gifts that they encase
Find a gift and wrap it up and tear it off again
I used to think it all such a waste
But what it’s all about-
I’ll wrap it up, you’ll take it out
Already I can see,
You’ve wrapped one up that’s just for me
Just for me-
For me-
The presents that you see-
They say I’ll wrap you up inside of me
The terms of this exchange, however strange will still go on
Long after you and I are dead and gone
It’s happened every year before the two of us were here
Long before I wrote this song
Our modern age has complicated everything in sight
In truth it’s less complex than what it seems
Gold leaf, 2-ply toilet paper, ripped up magazines
It’s not about the look, but what it means
(and it means)
You’re the one for me-
I’ll wrap you up, I’ll take you out
Together we will be-
I’ll wrap you up, I’ll wrap you up inside of me
Inside of me-
Of me-
The presents that you see-
They say I’ll wrap you up, I’ll wrap you up
Inside of me
