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