was what was in my stockings.
There's was always something tasty,
something shiny,
something new.
But after this year's Christmas
I'll no longer love my stockings.
'cause what was in my stockings
was you.
You've always beenMy favorite part of Christmas
a manly man,
looking at the ladies.
You reassured me you
would look not touch.
It didn't really bother me
that you were a skirt-watcher.
But now I know you like the skirts
just a bit too much.
was what was in my stockings.
There's was always something tasty,
something shiny,
something new.
But after this year's Christmas
I'll no longer love my stockings.
'cause what was in my stockings
was you.
Kinky panties. Sexy bras.
I saw you hid my presents.
I should've known better.
Such a large sweater.
The pumps were size-elevens.
My favorite part of Christmas
was what was in my stockings.
There's was always something tasty,
something shiny,
something new.
But after this year's Christmas
I'll no longer love my stockings.
'cause what was in my stockings
was you.
3 comments:
Now I know what to get you for Christmas.
"Don't confuse the art with the artist." -- Tenacious D
Tennessee plays tenacious D this year... but they aren't near as offensive as most of your songs.
ba-doom-ching. I'm here til Tuesday, tip your waitresses
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