LEFTOVERS

Piping hot, right off the menu, the specialty of the day You've got a late night craving Me, on the plate I won't ask "How can I help you?" Or take down your first name You phone up every girl, this ain't a buffet You need something quick and easy Steamy, dropped right at your doorstep Don't you get power hungry, funny! You think you can treat me like Takeout, punch my number, lick your lips Fiending for a fix of the new delicacy dish We'll never, make out Sweatpants hanging round your hips Satiate your appetite, then shove me in the fridge? I refuse to take orders I won't be your leftovers (Aw, we don't offer delivery) Boys like you are so entitled To think if they beg and plead They've earned the right, to take a bite, of fresh meat Counting down to my arrival, to lazy to leave your couch The fleeting taste of me would knock you out Ouch! I'm safe from your scathing ratings If I cater to your liking Is that a threat? Bring on the press Cause I won't let you treat me like Takeout, punch my number, lick your lips Fiending for a fix of the new delicacy dish We'll never, make out Sweatpants hanging round your hips Satiate your appetite, then shove me in the fridge? I refuse to take orders I won't be your leftovers Don't have a nice day Don't come back soon Not open for service Not open for you Box me up to-go Leave me out to dry Cause after the first whiff, you treat me like Takeout, punch my number, and you'll learn Heat me up, and I won't be the only thing that burns (Ohh, oh) Takeout, punch my number, lick your lips Fiending for a fix of the new delicacy dish We'll never, make out Sweatpants hanging round your hips Satiate your appetite, then shove me in the fridge? I refuse to take orders I won't be your leftovers