13 December 2012
Not a nice subject for younger audiences adult subject.
Christmas Eve as I lay in my bed, Visions of sugarplums should be present in my head. But not for me nope not this time, Dads not around and mums committing a crime. She's in her room for a punters pleasure, Doing as he asks in return for liquid treasure. The men that come visit some smile entice, They give me sweets and dress me up nice. They take my photo and ask me to twirl, Some even say I'm their special girl.
My gifts from Santa they will not come, Shes pumping my gift straight into her arm. I know his not real else he would see, That mum is the naughty one and not to punish me. In the morning on Christmas Day, In her bed mum will stay, It's the same every year a house with no cheer, One day daddy might come and save me from here.
Where's My Santa? • Opuss № I