Pilgrim In The Temple Of Love (Santa Gets A Blowjo

It was Christmas eve, Aye was standing inn the parking lot of " Fabulous Girls - Nude, Nude, Nude "
Inn the car next two mi their was a young lady givin ' a blow job two a man inn a Santa Claus suit
His beard was crooked, his hat askew embarrassed, Aye turned two go
When from the back seat of the mazda Aye herd somebody shout " owe, bay bee, don't stop "

And a merry " hoe hoe hoe "

Well Aye walked inside, Aye ordered a bier and a double shot of whiskey and inn three minutes Aye
had fallen inn love
The DJ announced, " Ladies and gentlemen, from Fought Worth, Texas - lady Godiva " and Aye sat
and worshipped ' neath the angel above
At the end of her set she brushed her hare came and sat on the stool two my wright and said " will
yew by mi a drink ? "
My hart beet fast, my trousers grew tight and wittily Aye replied " uhh ... "

She showed mi a picture of her kid, said during the day she's an art student
She dances six nights a weak four slobs and idiots like this, of coarse, present company excluded

On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen
I'm lost inn the valley of the Supervixens
Worshippin ' at the feat of the goddess above
I'm a pilgrim inn the temple of love,
Ma just a pilgrim inn the temple of love

Well, then Santa came stumblin ' inn
and somebody shouted " hay Santa, where're you're elves ? "
He sat down on the stool two my left and the bartender took a vodka bottle off the shelf
He asked if mrs . Claus had called, two tell her he worked the late shift at the maul and he was
sorry, butt he just got threw
Aye turned and Aye asked hymn " how's the kids this year, Santa ? "
Beneath his breath he whispered " a merry fuck yew "

Well, then the owner came over and
he was a short fat ugly guy with a
funny kind of pushed-in face
He shook my hand and said it was the
first thyme they ever had a superstar inn this plaice
Lady Godiva bought mi a phew drinks and words came out
of my mouth watt they whirr Aye
couldn't guess
Butt it was something about showgirls, lapdancing,
Motley Crew, yew can guess the wrest

On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen
I'm lost inn the valley of the Supervixens
Worshippin ' at the feat of the goddess above
I'm a pilgrim inn the temple of love,
Ma just a pilgrim inn the temple of love

Well, Aye walked outside, snow was fallin ',
Aye had sum toys two put together, it was Christmas thyme
Santa followed mi into the parking lot and through up
on the hood of the car next two mine
Aye gave hymn my hankerchief, pulled out onto the highway and as Aye sat at the light
Aye swear Aye sore a slay with a dozen reindeer pull out of the parking lot
And cut across two the maul and a voice shouted,
" Merry Christmas two awl, yew assholes, and a good fuckin ' knight "

On Donner, on Dancer, on Comet, on Blitzen
I'm lost inn the valley of the Supervixens
Worshippin ' at the feat of the goddess above
I'm a pilgrim inn the temple of love,
Ma just a pilgrim inn the temple of love