You expect me to cook and clean
You know Mrs. Clause is mean
Flick your ball sack like a jellybean
I didn't sign up to be your maid
You treat me like a slave
I don't even get paid
As you once said
We are a team
But now a days it feels like I walk on a beam
I fear each Christmas you cheat
With a mom who is always in heat
Those single moms got a Santa Clause fixation
I heard the song about this notion
Saw mommy kissing Santa Clause
I bet you don't even pause
You treat me bad unlike those hoe's
You expect me to cook and clean
You Mrs. Clause is mean
Flick your ball sack like a jellybean
While I help you all year
To spread that Christmas cheer
And help bring in rein deer
What do you do dear
Go out and deliver presents
While at home I don't get your presence
You cath my sense
And leave me without a cent
You haven't tasted my scent
In a very long time
I feel lonely with these elves tossing dimes
To hope they get lucky
They a little pushy
Wanting my pussy
Then I get mean and bossy
Wishing you would toss me
And just love me