Bent Over Boots
She's got that holiday fire
in her eyes
Red lips
and a skirt riding high
Under the mistletoe
she pulls me close
Whispers dirty secrets
that she wants the most (oh yeah)
She says come here boy don't be shy
I got something naughty on my mind
Misses Clause bent over by the tree Screaming fuck me Santa make
me scream Tits out and ass up she begs for more
Cussin' and moanin' on the kitchen floor (yeah!)
Candy cane in her hand she licks it slow
Tells me all the places she wants it to go
Stockings ripped and heels on the floor
She's the gift that keeps
on giving more (haha)
Misses Clause bent over by the tree Screaming fuck me Santa make
me scream Tits out and ass up she begs for more
Cussin' and moanin' on the kitchen floor (yeah!)
She grabs my belt and pulls me in
Says this is where the real fun begins
Misses Clause bent over by the tree Screaming fuck me Santa make
me scream Tits out and ass up she begs for more
Cussin' and moanin' on the kitchen floor (yeah!)