I've been a BAD girl.
I purposely stirred up daddy's guilt.
MIA for a few hours without picking their calls to make them worried.
What's worst.
I fought at the club.
Now I must be god's least favorite child.
And if Santa's coming to town,
he'll probably spit into
my christmas stocking.
he'll probably spit into
my christmas stocking.
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