Kitchenette

[Verse 1] I keep hanging around your kitchenette And I'm gonna get a pot to cook you in I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar And crush all your Gingerbread Men [Chorus] 'Cause I want you Yeah, I want you to be my friend Yeah, I want you Yeah, I wanna be your solitary man [Verse 2] You try not to wake the executioner He's sleeping with a fireman's axe He leaves his glass eye on the pillow babe And his dentures floating there in a glass Come, it makes it hard to relax It makes it hard to relax [Chorus] When I want you Yeah, I want you to be my friend Ah, come on It's getting hard to relax It's getting hard to get my act together Yeah I'm gonna go out and open up the window and check outside [Verse 3] Well, what's this husband of yours ever given to you? Oprah Winfrey on a plasma screen And a brood of jug-cared buck-toothed imbeciles The ugliest fucking kids I've ever seen [Chorus] Ah baby, I want you Yeah, I want you to be my girlfriend And maybe we could send those kids to play down on the street And shouldn't you put shoes on their feet? It's getting hard to relax, it's getting hard to relax Open the window Who's that coming out of backstage? Tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy toe, tippy toe coming out of backstage [Verse 4] Now I know that you don't really dig him And I can see that you want it to quit But if you want to get your hand out of the cookie jar You have to let go of the biscuit [Chorus] Ah baby, I want you Yeah, I want you to be my girlfriend Yeah, I want you Yeah, I wanna be your solitary man I wanna be that man [Outro] She going tippy toe Ah man, is that really the time? Go and open up the window and look outside Tippy toe, tippy toe coming up the stair Maybe you should take the kids out It's hard to relax, it's hard to relax It's hard to relax, it's hard to relax Get my act together Get my act together