Little Boxes

Yeah!

Does she dry up like a raisin in the sun
Or fester like a sore, pucker up and then run?
Spending my money almost every week
And end up on the table like a piece of meat for

Alimony, yes, alimony, yeah
Alimony, yeah baby, alimony

With a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye
The street's gettin' longer, guess it's useless to try
But now, she's a part of my forgotten past
Gotta make that move, gotta make it last for

Alimony, yes, an alimony, yeah
For alimony, yeah baby, alimony

Babe, come on now, yeah baby
Come on now, come on now
I'm in the movies, yeah
Ah-ooh

Does she dry up like a raisin in the sun
Or fester like a sore, pucker up and then run?
Spending my money almost every week
And end up on the table like a piece of meat for

Alimony, yes, an alimony
Yeah-yeah, alimony, yeah baby, alimony, huh

High-low, I say come on now
I say let's go, I say let's go, ooh

With a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye
The street's gettin' longer, guess it's useless to try
But now, she's a part of my forgotten past
I've gotta make that move, I've gotta make it last for

Alimony (alimony) yes, alimony (alimony)
Ooh baby, alimony, yes baby
Ali-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mony

Too much is taking alimony
You feelin' ever cheat on alimony?
They do a lot of alimony
Yes! Do it, go



Credits
Writer(s): Gordon Lewis, Nicholas Peter Stipanitz, Stephen Mahon, Frank Hannah Kerr
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