Get out of My Kitchen

Get out of my kitchen
Don't go touchin what ain't yours
Get out of my kitchen
Don't go snoopin through my drawers
Get my meat out your hands
Get your eyes off my man
Stop a-stirring my pan
What you thinking when you
Come into my home
Pouring sauce on my mussels
Shakin all your silicone
Then you tell me that you're Old world Italian
Making hockey puck meatballs
Girl your Irish eyes are lying
Are you for real tryin to teach me how to keep my kitchen
Squeaky clean and smoking hot?
Cause you man looks like he's starving when he looks at me
He's always lickin his chops
Get out of my kitchen
Don't go touchin what ain't yours
Get out of my kitchen
Don't go snoopin through my drawers
Get my meat out your hands
Get your eyes off my man
Stop a-stirring my pan
Girl, you can't take my heat
So just get out of my kitchen
Now you talkin bout your down home cookin
How it keeps your man happy
Well, the proof is in the puddin
He stays home hungry
While you go out every night
For some sweet young meat
For that voracious appetite
"Variety's the spice of life" you tell me
When you can't remember who's in your bed
Well maybe I'm a one-man woman
But at least I know who butters my bread
I drink fine wine
With my fine man
He brings home the bacon
Fries it up in my pan
He butters me up
For a piece of my pie
So eat your heart out
Because he's all mine
Get out of my kitchen
Don't go touchin what ain't yours
Get out of my kitchen
Don't go snoopin' through my drawers
Get my meat out your hands
Get your eyes off my man
Stop a-stirring my pan
Girl, you can't stand the heat
So Get out of my kitchen
Oh baby trust me
You can't stand my heat
So just
Get out of my kitchen



Credits
Writer(s): Bianca Mira Mancinelli
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