dear santa, the thing is this year has been lame it always seemed, i always dreamed by now i'd have someone else's last name way past grown, sleeping in a shrunken bed all alone, unless you count the squatters tearing up my head
tried so hard to be good all year long and we are all inherently bad, anne frank had it wrong
[chorus:] santa, oh santa, where were you last night? i asked for nothing, i even left some cookies right by the open window, i don't have a chimney, just a heart of gold, you see imagine my surprise that not even santa wants cookies from me
dear santa, could you use a 6 foot 1 elf? i'm sick of taking stock from this widow's walk, up here searching for myself is there any way i could hop aboard your sleigh? take a holiday, leave the work to me, your red-nosed blue jay
when people say the joy you bring's a children's thing, does it sting? 'cuz i will ring silver bells & sing you're as real as martin luther king
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chocolate chip. oatmeal raisin. gingerbread, too. a full selection from my convection in little shapes of you free flowing ho-ho-ing's a lot for one man's jaws if you're feelin' brittle, i can bake a little mrs. for your claws/clausTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
