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Pp enis
Johnny: Hi.
Florist: Can I help you?
Johnny: (removing sunglasses) Yeah, can I have a dozen red roses, please?
Florist: Oh hi, Johnny, I didn’t know it was you. Here you go.
Johnny: That’s me! How much is it?
Florist: It’ll be eighteen dollars.
Johnny: Here you go, keep the change. Hi doggy!
Florist: You’re my favorite customer.
Johnny: Thanks a lot, bye!
Florist: Bye bye!
Johnny exits with the roses and gets in his car.
Making a lot of games and toys
Then one day, he hops in his sleigh
To bring them to the girls and boys
Santa's just as nice as he could be
There's just one ♥♥♥♥ing thing that worries me
If it doesn't snow on Christmas
How's fatass goin' to use that sleigh
In case of rain, will there be a train
That'll speed him on his way
If it doesn't snow this Christmas
How'll fatass get around to us
Say he breaks down on his way to town
Will they let him use a bus
I sent him a nice long letter
And I hope it's not in vain
I really would feel much better
If the fat ♥♥♥♥ flew a plane
Now they say he's got eight reindeer
For the sleigh he's driving here
But how the ♥♥♥♥s he go, if it doesn't snow
On Christmas this year
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
All my memories gather round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, down country roads
Take me home, down country roads