Clothes In The Kitchen
Clothes in the kitchen
You're wearin us down
Won't come up for air
Won't give up your crown
Cuz you are the king of the night
Yeah you make us feel alright
For a moment then you're gone
You can't stick around cuz
You might fall in love
Oh you
With your belt on the floor
Yeah you
With your heart in the drawer
Oh I do kinda like you
But you're crazy
And impossible to know
This is real life
Not the movies
And you pout & you smoke
Like Greta Garbot
Clothes in the kitchen
Now you're wearin a frown
And you're lookin for comfort
All over town
And you know
That I'll give it to you
And you know
That she will too
Yeah I do kinda like you
But you're crazy
And impossible to know
This is real life
Not the movies
But you're getting around like
Marlon Brando
Put down your arrow
And your broken bow
Tell me something baby that I really wanna know
How do I melt ya
Down to the bone
Could I ever make ya happy
Would you rather be alone
Women for you are like fruit in the trees
But your pickins are slim now
You're weak in the knees
Lonely child
Playin king of the night
Now you
You don't look alright
You're wearin us down
Won't come up for air
Won't give up your crown
Cuz you are the king of the night
Yeah you make us feel alright
For a moment then you're gone
You can't stick around cuz
You might fall in love
Oh you
With your belt on the floor
Yeah you
With your heart in the drawer
Oh I do kinda like you
But you're crazy
And impossible to know
This is real life
Not the movies
And you pout & you smoke
Like Greta Garbot
Clothes in the kitchen
Now you're wearin a frown
And you're lookin for comfort
All over town
And you know
That I'll give it to you
And you know
That she will too
Yeah I do kinda like you
But you're crazy
And impossible to know
This is real life
Not the movies
But you're getting around like
Marlon Brando
Put down your arrow
And your broken bow
Tell me something baby that I really wanna know
How do I melt ya
Down to the bone
Could I ever make ya happy
Would you rather be alone
Women for you are like fruit in the trees
But your pickins are slim now
You're weak in the knees
Lonely child
Playin king of the night
Now you
You don't look alright
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Writer(s): Sheva Elliot
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