Tiny Raisin

I've been lying in the bathtub
'Til I'm a tiny raisin
Where's the flowers? Where's the champagne?
Where's the reservation?
Might have bitched a little too hard
Molly said that I should leave him
And for a moment, we aligned
But then I had changed my mind
And I hung up like the crazy bitch I am

That's my man, hot damn
We're gonna break up, make up
Do it all over again, fuck yeah
We're gonna talk shit, crash out, laugh it off
'Cause he's so fine (so fine) and he's all mine (all mine)
And I hate his guts at the same time
That's my man
That's my man

That's my bag at his place
That's my kiss on his face
That's my all mine, that's my alright
That's his name on my charm
That's my kid in his arms
That's my all mine, that's my alright

Uh-uh, he drives me up and down Mulholland
Uh-uh, he gives me what and when I want it
Uh-huh, I'll start a fight, he'll say, "My baby, why? Oh why? Just stop"

That's my man, hot damn
We're gonna break up, make up
Do it all over again, fuck yeah
We're gonna talk shit, crash out, laugh it off
'Cause he's so fine (so fine) and he's all mine (all mine)
And I hate his guts at the same time
That's my man
That's my man

(That's my man)
That's my man
(That's my man)
That's my man
(That's my man)
That's my man

That's my man, hot damn
We're gonna break up, make up
Do it all over again, fuck yeah
We're gonna talk shit, crash out, laugh it off
'Cause he's so fine (so fine) and he's all mine (all mine)
And I hate his guts at the same time
That's my man
That's my man