Snake baked a hoecake and he set Frog to watch it. but Froggie fell to napping and Lizard came
I do all the cooking in our house, babe You're always running around I do all the cooking in our house, baby You're always running around There'll be
There's ants in the kitchen baby Thought I'd let you know There's ants in the kitchen Thought I'd let you know There's two right there Makin' off with
Kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de Aasoo tere saare meri palkon pe sajaa de Kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de Aasoo tere
Kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de Aansoo tere saare meri palkon pe sajaa de Kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de Aansoo
(oooo oooo oooo) Drive out with the sun in your eyes You wasted my time It's true, it's true My god, don't you hold out your hand I called off my plans
I remember Saturdays, helping Mama in her kitchen Conversations prying, baking with passing down the wisdom She said, ?Baby girl, you're a queen and this
[Spoken:] Come in Well, well, well, look who's here I haven't seen you in many a year If I knew you were comin' I'd've baked a cake baked a cake, baked
She wasn't expecting anyone to hurt her Least of all her daughter She had always been a good mother But her feet slipped in the mud She took a walk with
it's almost Christmas when I take off my makeup I look old and defeated, I'm not so dangerous cry in to my Christmas cake starin' holes into me, all
Get out of the kitchen if you can't stand the heat Get off the dance floor if you can't find the beat Don't ask me no questions if you think that I'm
I am the god of fuck, I am the god of fuck Virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity Red neck burn out mid west mind, who said date rape isn't kind
(Hofstede) He is standing in the living room She is sitting on the bedroom floor They are talking to each other on the babyphone He lights another cigaret
Yeah yeah I broke the breadline, nobody knows I walked the frontline, still got far to go I mixed the water, I drank the water I broke the breadline,
There's too many cooks in the kitchen There's too many minds on the job There's too many cooks in the kitchen Everybody wants a piece of the action Cooking
The shining spoons of this town All point in your direction Can you keep a secret? We can trust you, we can throw you Are you sitting on your feet?
The harder I struggle, the tighter you grip, but don't need to tell you, = that's the way I want it, I'm easy to follow, you're easy to spot, I bet =