Work's too hard, life is a frail little bitch
Come on over baby, I'll make you some spaghetti
And dish
I wail for free
You cry for me
Truth is in the pudding
You push and pop and pulling my heartstrings
I do, I do, I do want you in my twine ring
Milk in my tea
Cream in my sheets
I know where you're at
My little kitty in dungarees
Always in a rush
Hopping on the bus back home to me
We play every day
Use up all your sick pay