With candy cane handcuffs, there needn't be keys
Mistreat me this Christmas, I chew through and leave
My quips are my missiles and kisses deadly
Such insulin shock, you could drop and decease
Curled up with the kittens in mistletoe leaves
One eye on my business and cheese as I sleep
I've predators present at every degree
And ready or not, it's your thoughts I can read
So know this - I'm focused, and I will succeed
The mouse in my house always stirring is me
