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