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 likes 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 gots to Be alone on Christmas day You work your a** 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 Sister are doin it for themselves You're gonna be a Christmas superstar Mrs. Claus Mrs. Claus Mrs. Claus (faa laa laa, la-la-la-laaaaaaa)