I hate it when buying sunglasses
When I find a pair, I
want to try
And that stupid little
plastic thing
Dangles right in front
of my eye
I hate it when buying sunglasses
When I find a pair, I
want to try
And that stupid little
plastic thing
Dangles right in front
of my eye
My boyfriend is just like Santa Claus
Though he doesn’t
fulfil a single wish
And he doesn’t give me
presents
But he’s like Santa
because he’s a myth
The “house of fun” in Santa’s village
Is where lonely elves
go to take pause
And the owner proudly
boasts that
He has more ho’s than
Santa Claus
Santa’s youngest daughter Mary
Was promiscuous and
out of control
So, he sent her to a
girl’s boarding school
To keep her off the
North Pole
The daughter of one of Santa’s Elves
Was out of control and
a bit of a prancer
So, he sent her to
college in Lapland
To stop her from being
a pole dancer
But she soon dropped
out of college
And now she’s a popular lap dancer
There is a popular myth about Rudolph
And his quite
legendary shiny nose
But believe me if you
ever saw him
You would know that’s
not what glows
He came home on Christmas Eve
On his long-awaited
Christmas leave
The soldier returned
from the war
To find his beloved
waiting at the door
It took seconds for
passions to ignite
Which made it a
Not-so-Silent Night