Bad Summer - Personal Santa | Текст песни

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Lyrics:

Ho-ho-ho!; Kids!;
Have you been good this year?
Santa's here!;

Shut up, Santa!; Let's go!;

If I were a kid
I would imagine
That I've got my own personal Santa!;
He'd live by my side
Drinking the vodka
Dressed up like a simple, ordinary guy

My neighbors would complain
That every winter
He shows up for a second
Naked in my father's tie
And I would laugh aloud
And show them middle finger
My lovely pretty neighbors will you ever gonna die?

Will you ever die?
Will you die?

My Santa is kind
He loves every child
Who brings a lot of presents
To my gingerbread house
But he can kick your ass
He won't wait for a while
He easily can catch you
Like a kitten catches mouse

I wish everything
You are my combiner
It's time to reap a harvest
Under the Xmas tree
I give you a wink
And you start pouring wine
Let's celebrate a little
A little more to drink!;

Little more to drink!;
Mooore drinks!

My Santa wake up
I'm begging you, homie
Fulfill all my wishes
Just for one more fuckin' time
And I will grow up
I promise you Saaaantaaa!

You're mine!
My personal Santa! [x4]

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