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He be getting out of the-getting out of the When he’s finally heard enough of your b-b-bitching Time to drink all your booze In *(?)* So I’ll leave you nothing but a pile of d-d-ishes Girls be flipping And guys be tripping One foot out the door It’s like a dance, flip-it There was a relationship But we ain’t dancing anymore Your kitchen’s up in flames There ain’t no one to blame but yourself Your nitpicking will drive a man insane Throwing that kind of heat Can give a man a heart attack Don’t you burn them bridges you will never go back Hey hey hey Kitchen ain’t easy on a m-m-man From the fire to the f-f-frying p-p-pan From a human to another It ain’t right to hit your lover It was over like a c-c-c-c-can of spam Here’s a tip You’re gonna flip If you don’t get a grip Stop giving that lip You got that fed up Better give some head up Instead of eating all his butter Your kitchen’s up in flames There ain’t no one to blame but yourself Your nitpicking will drive a man insane Throwing that kind of heat Can give a man a heart attack Don’t you burn them bridges you will never go back Hey hey hey No use crying over spilled milk When something’s gone bad, there ain’t no way back Check the expiration date before its too late Ain’t the pot calling the kettle black Take it from a girl who really knows it well Every single one I had went straight to hell You can achieve world peace with your tone of voice Or start World War III, it’s your choice Your kitchen’s up in flames There ain’t no one to blame but yourself Your nitpicking will drive a man insane Throwing that kind of heat Can give a man a heart attack Don’t you burn them bridges you will never go back Hey hey hey |
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