I don’t know why Santa is vaunted
The way I was callously taunted
When under my tree
A drunk cat I did see
Which was NOT the tight pussy I wanted!
I don’t know why Santa is vaunted The way I was callously taunted When under my tree A drunk cat I did see Which was NOT the tight pussy I wanted!
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