The Kitchen

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