Little Miss Santa Claus
Lookin’ tasty cooking cookies in the kitchen
Singing to a Christmas tune
Are you gonna let me lick the spoon
The snow plows are outside plowing
The wind outside is howling
But I can only hear you sing
To the jingle of your jingle-bells belly-button ring
Oh, your mistletoe tattoo
Gives old Santa Claus a clue
It’ll tell me that next Christmas
All my dreams are coming true
Little Miss Santa Claus
I like your little red dress and high-heel Santa boots
I
like to watch you decorate your fake Christmas tree
And make your
fresh baked cookies in your shake-n-bake
Oh, you make this house so homey
With you this mountaintop’s not so lonely
Throw another log on the fire
You sound as pretty as a Christmas choir
Singing to a Christmas tune
Are you gonna let me lick the spoon