Here Comes Stana
you miss the fat guy
he is not shy
cloth or red
he sleep near your bed
he can tell
and rings his bells
if your stiff
you will not get a gift
he real not a fanta
HERE COMES SANTA
Copyright © Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr | Year Posted 2012
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