Mister Santa, bring me a dream (Dream) Make him the cutest boy I've ever seen Give him two lips, like roses and clovers And tell him I'll be happy to bend over Santa (Santa) I've been so good I used protection, whenever I could Now that I'm down on my knees Mister Santa don't forget about me
Mister Santa Bring me a boy (Oh boy oh boy) Make him a kinky collector of toys How 'bout a athlete? Straight out of college? Although this sounds exhausting to be honest I mean, I love EDM I like to party, but only with men These younger guys aren't quite on my level How long must I keep chugging vodka and Red Bull? Santa, I've started to think Now that I'm older, I don't want a twink I want a man, who's older and wiser Don't mind if he has a pocket full of Pfizers Santa to tell you the truth (To tell you the truth) I think I want someone like you Come down my chimney if you can Mister Santa is a gay man
Santa, all that white hair You'll be so scruffy, my own polar bear I love to grab a hold of that belly And make it jiggle like a bowl of KY jelly Santa (Santa) Jingle them balls I want a Santa who's big, black, and tall I want to get inside that bag Maybe Santa Maybe Santa Maybe Santa is a black fag
Compositores: Freddie Ross (Big Freedia) (BMI), Suzannah Elizabeth Powell (SESAC)Editores: Brill Building Music Publishing LLC, Girl Down (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #16275301 em 27/Abr/2024