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Thursday, December 25, 2008

Eartha Kitt dies

My Christmas song of choice this year has been Santa Baby, and when people ask me why I just start singing. They tell me to shut up and the conversation is over.
Why do I have to explain my choices, anyway? 
I also tell them, the Eartha Kitt version is best--don't bother with Madonna's.
And now, tonight, I read that Eartha Kitt is dead.
I will miss her, and Santa will to:



(baboom baboom baboom baboom) 
(baboom baboom baboom baboom)

Santa Baby, 
Just slip a sable under the tree 
For me 
Been an awful good girl 
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight 

Santa baby, a '54 convertible too 
Light blue 
I'll wait up for you, dear 
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight 

Think of all the fun I've missed 
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed 
Next year I could be just as good 
If you'll check off my Christmas list 

Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really thats not 
Alot 
Been an angel all year 
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight 

Santa honey, one little thing I really need 
The deed 
To a platinum mine 
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight 

Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex 
And cheques 
Sign your 'x' on the line 
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight 

Come and trim my Christmas tree 
With some decorations bought at Tif-fa-ny 
I really do believe in you 
Lets see if you believe in me 

Santa Baby, forgot to mention one little thing 
A ring 
I don't mean on the phone 
Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight 
Hurry down the chimney tonight 
Hurry...tonight

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