Don’t you put those things in my bag I need space for my stuff Try to get the ends of the bread To give myself a feed mum
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Don’t you put those things in my bag Don’t you put those things in my bag
Tare the paper off the box Is sometimes the best fun Watching all the girls in their clogs Holding back the fun run
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And all these things are running through my head Catch then, stop them, hold them in your hands
Finding out that Santa’s dead Oh no that’s not true son Waiting for the winter to come So I can spend time with you some
And all these things are running through my head Catch then, stop them, hold them in your hands And all these things are running through my head Catch then, stop them, hold them in your handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
