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