Fake tales of San Francisco
echoe´s through the room
but really there is only a happy groom
with what looks like a nice place but sitting there is a rusty broom.
Looking at the magical stars
And a fairly tale moon arse
eventually she did eat
a grain of bad weed
and snapped to retrogress speed.
But shuussss,she doesn´t know
which makes me dance with a happy flow
or just invented this icy snow
for her to see and moan.
They´re just fake tales of San Francisco.
Happy Christmas! And Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.