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Santa Baby, slip a sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl. Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue. I'll wait up for you, dear. Sa
Hey little girl with your tangled hair, your tattered clothes. You're fifteen and you're about to bloom just like a rose. Youre wishing that you had designer jeans. Like the ones you see in magazin