7.Indian Giver
Well, i've got a friend
Who lives across town
Every year when christmas rolls around
He gives me my christmas presents in a paper sack
Two hours later he wants it back
He's an indian giver!
I ran to my momma i was hollerin' and crying
She sent me to my poppa and i ain't lying
He gave me some advice,
It sounded all right
But you know that he took it back later that night
He's an indian giver!
Gonna write santy claus a valentine
Please santy claus won't you be mine？
When you bring around the presents in a 'leven foot sack
Please mr. santy don't take 'em back!
Don't be no indian giver!
Jim： santa, is it really you？
Santa： why, yes
Jim： i've been waiting for you all night, and look at all these
presents! are they for me, santa？
Santa： ho ho hooold on a minute now boy. i done check my list
twice and you don't get no presents
Jim： what list？ don't tell me you're takin' them back!
Santa： how 'bout this nice lump of coal？
Jim： don't tell me you're an indian giver!
Jim： (cries)
Santa： ho ho ho
Jim： not santa
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