I got one just for my dear Santa.
You better watch out,
you better not cry,
you better not pout
I'm telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming, to town!
With little teen dolls,
and little toy drums,
tut-tut-tut-tuts
and rum-dum-dum-dums,
Santa Claus is coming, to town!
He sees you when you're sleeping,
he knows when you're awake,
he knows if you've been bad or good
so be good, for goodness sake!
Oh, you better watch out,
you better not cry,
you better not pout,
I'm telling you why,
Santa Claus is coming, to town!
Alright, now, one I made up myself.
Emotions are like the sea,
sometimes they're calm,
some others they flee,
emotions are worthy,
they value as gold,
don't waste them my dear,
or you'll feel so cold.
The biggest emotions,
are of love and hate.
Which you'll feel's up to you,
not something called fate.
You choose your own path,
you choose your own fate.
Don't let others spoil it,
you don't deserve it mate.
I know you won't listen,
don't think this is silly,
You'll once regret it badly,
I promise you, really.
I made this one up just now
