I asked Santa for a woman so fair,
But now I know, he just doesn't care.
My hormones were racing, and I could not wait,
But he left with a Ho Ho, and yelled "MASTERBATE"
I've longed for a woman throughout the whole year,
But no nookie from Santa as he fled outta here.
At least he could leave an inflatable doll,
But no, make me suffer, that takes some damn gall.
So now I am stuck with some clothes that don't fit
When all that I wanted was a breast and a clit.
So men if you want a beautiful lass,
Don't ask Pimp Santa, he's just a lard ass.
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