Stockings and presents under the tree Old Christmas carols being sung on the streets Lights fill the air, loves everywhere (Christmas always brings us
: My pocket don't drive me fast My mother treats me slow My statue's got a concrete heart But you're the coldest bitch I know In the factory that you
My pocket don't drive me fast My mother treats me slow My statue's got a concrete heart But you're the coldest bitch I know In the factory that you