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Kitchenette

Grinderman

2010

I keep hanging around your kitchenette

And I’m gonna get a pot to cook you in

I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar

And crush all your gingerbread men

Cause I want you

Yeah, I want you to be my friend

Yeah, I want you

Yeah, I want to be your solitary man

 

Try not to wake the executioner

He’s sleeping with a fireman’s axe

He leaves his glass eye on the pillow, babe

And his dentures floating there in a glass

Makes it hard to relax!

Makes it hard to relax!

When I want you

I want you to be my friend

 

Ah it’s getting hard to relax!

It’s getting hard to get my act together!

 

What’s this husband of yours ever given to you

Oprah Winfrey on a plasma screen

And a brood of jug-eared buck-toothed imbeciles

The ugliest kids I’ve ever seen

Oh baby I want you

I want you to be my girlfriend

 

Maybe we could send those kids to play down on the street

Hey, shouldn’t you put shoes on their feet?

It’s getting hard to relax

It’s getting hard to relax

Gonna open up the window

Whose that coming up the back stairs?

Tippy-toe  tippy-toe  tippy-toe  tippy-toe

Coming up the back stairs

 

I can see that you don’t really dig him

And I can see that you want it to quit

But if you want to get your hand out of the cookie jar

You gonna have to let go of the biscuit

O babe I want you

I want you to be my girlfriend

Yeah, I want you

Yeah, I want to be your solitary man

I wanna be that man!

Ooops, no player here yet!