There's a town I tiptoe around
Like a tramp on Monday mornings,
Hoping to avoid her.
And telling myself
There's a town I tiptoe around,
Like a kid on Christmas morning,
Looking for unwrapped gifts,
And evidence that
There's a town I tiptoe around
Like a drunk on his last orders.
Hoping to avoid him
Reminding herself
Father Christmas doesn't exist.
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