Mrs. Clause

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