I found her in the early morning
Naked in my big shoes
Placed in front of the fireplace
No need to draw you a picture

My heart stopped beating
I threw my whip on the bed
I leaned against him
And his beauty made me mute

He was the son of Santa Claus, I was the daughter of Father Whipper
His name was Martin Christmas, my name was Clara Balthazar

I take the boy in my arms
He tells me "no Balthazar"
Don't be so proud
I fell here by chance

All night I had whipped
The wicked people with all my might
All night he had given
Gifts to all the children

He was the son of Santa Claus, I was the daughter of Father Whipper
His name was Martin Christmas, my name was Clara Balthazar

He came down to my place by mistake
He was there in my shoes
And since I couldn't take his heart
I put him back on the landing

He was the son of Santa Claus, I was the daughter of Father Whipper
And he told me in a shrill voice "bye bye, at random Balthazar"
He was the son of Santa Claus, I was the daughter of Father Whipper
His name was Martin Christmas, my name was Clara Balthazar

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