Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
So, who would you like your santa to be this year, and what would you like him/her to bring you!!
This year...i wouldnt mind Benjamin Bratt being my santa...
He can climb down my chimney any day of the year...
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في هذا العالم ثلاثة أشخاص أفسدوا البشرية : راعي غنم , طبيب و راكب الجمال , و راكب الجمال هو أسوأ نشال و أسوأ مشعوذ بين الثلاثة
Gender: Male Location: Sailing the seas of cheese.
Y'know, it's not like I make this stuff up! Do you think I like being told how much I look like Depp and Bratt and Bloom and DiCapprio all the time? I mean every day it's like, "thank you Mr. Depp" or "Have a nice day, Mr. Del Toro!" I'ts really tough, y'know. I can't be an actor because they always say, "Sorry, if we wanted someone who looks like Depp to play the role, we will just get Depp." I hear that a lot too. Depp actually spoils my game.
Gender: Male Location: Sailing the seas of cheese.
As for who I'd want to be my Santa? I don't know, I don't really ever have the romantic fantasy of a man sliding down my dirty chimney and then making sweet love to me.