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You treat me like dirt
You throw me away
But you always come back to say,
“What’s for dinner?”

Well I ain’t cooking you dinner
And you better not ask
Or else I’m going to say,

“What’s wrong with you!?
Cook it yourself!
I ain’t gonna be your slave
I got work to do, lives to help,
While you’re wasting your life away”

I got my own life
I don’t need you anymore
So you better stay the hell away
Or else I’m going to disobey
Everything you say
No matter how it turns out for me

What’s wrong with you?!
Can’t you at least pick up?
And stop washin’ your undies with the towels?!

I’m really sick of you
Comin’ into my room
While I’m trying to do something

It strongly bothers me
That I have no privacy
And you listen to my phone convos

Oh I don’t have much patients left
You’re wearing thin on me
Your attitude
Has some work to do
Until then we’ll wait and see