Yeah
This one's going out to a very special lady
At Christmas
Mrs. Claus
I write this letter to you
Cuz nobody else
Seems to understand you like I do
I know what's underneath
The spectacles and the long red dress
A woman whose taken backseat
So her man can have success
You're left alone
To clean up his business
While he's off on his merry way
You work as hard
As he do, I know, girl
And this is why I say
I'm just finishin makin up my Christmas list
And I wrote one down for you
Stand tall baby
Don't play small no more
Stop givin up credit
When credit's yours
You can take the reins
Frickin' drive the sleigh
You probably made all the damn toys anyway
It's time to finally step forward
And take your propers Mrs. Claus
Mrs. Claus...
Mrs. Claus
Believe me when I say
You should never got to
Be alone on Christmas day
You work your ass off
While he get all the fame
We call him Santa, and Kris
But I don't ever know your first name
While he's out there ho'in
You at home knowin'
The elves look the other way
Don't be disrespected
You're being neglected
And woman this is why I say
I'm just finishin makin up my Christmas list
And I wrote one down for you
Stand tall baby
Don't play small no more
Stop givin up credit
When credit's yours
You can take the reins
Frickin' drive the sleigh
You probably made all the damn toys anyway
It's time to finally step forward
And take your propers Mrs. Claus
Mrs. Claus...
Teach him a lesson and be gone
See what he gets done on his own
Be treated like the queen you are
Woman you invincible hear you roar
Take no crap from that tired old elf
Sisters are doin it for themselves
You're gonna be a Christmas superstar
Mrs. Claus
Mrs. Claus
Mrs. Claus
(Faa laa laa, la-la-la-laaa...)