THE KITCHEN © Rebecca F. 2012
It’s over, it’s done
It’s been lots of fun
But it’s over now, guy.
You hit me enough
to make me cry, to make me bruise.
So it’s over now, guy.
You want me in the kitchen makin’ it for two
You want me in the bedroom howlin’ at the moon
And if I had a fortune, wouldn’t give nothin’ to you.
You want me in the kitchen, kissin’ it for two.
So it’s over, it’s over, this time.
You left me post-coitus
the last time.
I swear I’m done:
This time, this time, I’m done.
Your pants are in the kitchen
Your shoes are in the bedroom
So it’s over, now, guy.
Want me in the kitchen makin’ it for two
Want me in the bedroom howlin’ at the moon
And if I had a fortune, wouldn’t give nothin’ to you.
You want me in the kitchen, kissin’ it for two.
So it’s over, so it’s over this time.
So it’s over, so it’s over this time.