Surabaya-Santa

WOMAN 2:
 I was just seventeen
 When you rode into town
 Just a girl full of fantasies and longing
 I saw you
 I knew I had to be with you
 Then you looked in my eyes
 And you asked me my name
 And I trembled before you like a baby
 Then gently I kissed you
 Who could resist you?
 You took my heart and soul
 And before I had a chance to take control
 We retired to your palace on the Pole
 Where we only had ourselves
 And the reindeer and the elves
 And a lot of things we never said
 About the life I could have led
 If I had had the sense to stay away
 But here we are Nick
 And so Nick
 I know it's time for you to go Nick
 I know by now I'll never claim you for my own
 I've been resigned to spend my Christmases alone
 And so au revoir Nick
 It's grand Nick
 I don't pretend to understand Nick
 I saw you look at Blitzen long and lovingly
 The way you used to look at me
 I have sat twenty years
 In this drafty retreat
 As the latest in the line of Mrs. Clauses
 I've sat here
 And wondered what you want from me
 But you sit by yourself
 On the couch in the den
 And you watch "Miracle on 34th Street"
 You get sad and dreamy
 Can't even see me
 Won't even say, "Hello!"
 Now you tell me that it's time for you to go
 Ha!
 Sling your sack upon your back and "Ho, ho, ho!"
 Ha!
 And what matters most of all
 Is to sit inside some mall
 And you never think of me
 While I am pining by the tree
 But never mind
 I will survive
 While you are gone
 I set you free, Nick
 Goodbye, Nick
 Go ride your reindeer through the sky, Nick
 I don't suppose you'll ever want me by your side
 I know you now
 You want a plaything, not a bride
 So on your way, Nick
 Shalom, Nick
 Don't feel the need to hurry home, Nick
 Should I want comfort in the cold and bitter storm
 I've got the elves to keep me warm
 Oh, oh, Nick, I didn't mean it. I'm just going crazy all cooped up in here! Oh, Nick, I mean, come on, I'm not even German.
 Please take me with you. Please! I'm your wife damn it. Isn't there one once of human decency buried beneath all those layers
 of fat? You disgust me! Oh yes, It's so easy to judge, isn't it? Deciding who's naughty and who's nice? Well, who died and
 left you God, Mr. Claus? Hmph.
 But never mind, Nick
 Okay, Nick
 I hate to keep you from your sleigh, Nick
 When you return I will be many miles away
 I'll have my lawyer call your lawyer
 New Years Day!
 That's all from me, Nick
 Gain way, Nick
 I'll miss you less than I can say, Nick
 Have fun with all the little boys along the route
 I'll get the mansion and the factory to boot
 I will not wait until the snow beneath me thaws
 I will escape
 Your Santa claws!!