(words & music by B. Shelton - J. Shelton - S. Robin)
Well, well, well,

Just because you think you´re so pretty,
And just because your momma thinks you´re hot,
Well, just because you think you´ve got something
That no other girl has got,
You´ve caused me to spend all my money.
You laughed and called me old Santa Claus.
Well, I´m telling you,
Baby, I´m through with you.
Because, well well, just because.

Well, well, well,
There´ll come a time when you´ll be lonesome
And there´ll come a time when you´ll be blue.
Well, there´ll come a time when old Santa
He won´t pay your bills for you.

You´ve caused me to lose all my women
And now, now you say we are through.

Well, I´m telling you
Baby, I was through with you
A long long time ago.

Well, just because you think you´re so pretty
And just because your mama thinks you´re the hottest thing in
town
Well, just because you think you´ve got something
That nobody else has got,
You´ve caused me to spend all of my money.
Honey, you laughed and called me your old Santa Claus.
Well, I´m telling you I´m through with you
Because, well well, just because.