Father Christmas

And I'm here at my stocking at Christmas Open my presents and I'd be back Although I've not played by the Christmas I see that side of the part in the soul I drank his skin over and bought me And I'm my ranger to the floor The blue silly toast With all the toys

To the little rich black book Don't leave my sister a cookie toy You don't want to take so hard enough Feed my daddy a job cause you need So I can scare all the kids on the street Listen to us, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys We'll be if you love people, talk, give all the toys

To the little rich boss, self-emarian, merry Christmas And yourself a good time But remember the kids who got nothing By your drinking down your mind Oh, the Christmas, give us some money Don't mess around with those silly toys We'll beat you up and join in the next video, make you some art, follow Christmas, give me some money, don't mess around with those little dolls, we'll beat you up and talk to the little rich boy.

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