The Kitchen

He be getting out of the-getting out of the When heÂ's finally heard enough of your b-b-bitching Time to drink all your booze In *(?)* So IÂ'll leave you nothing but a pile of d-d-ishes Girls be flipping And guys be tripping One foot out the door ItÂ's like a dance, flip-it There was a relationship But we ainÂ't dancing anymore Your kitchenÂ's up in flames There ainÂ'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 DonÂ't you burn them bridges you will never go back Hey hey hey Kitchen ainÂ't easy on a m-m-man From the fire to the f-f-frying p-p-pan From a human to another It ainÂ't right to hit your lover It was over like a c-c-c-c-can of spam HereÂ's a tip YouÂ're gonna flip If you donÂ'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 kitchenÂ's up in flames There ainÂ'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 DonÂ't you burn them bridges you will never go back Hey hey hey No use crying over spilled milk When somethingÂ's gone bad, there ainÂ't no way back Check the expiration date before its too late AinÂ'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, itÂ's your choice Your kitchenÂ's up in flames There ainÂ'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 DonÂ't you burn them bridges you will never go back Hey hey hey