There's a party at my house
I'd like you to come
Play with the house phone
Cord when you're drunk
She's something out the blue
But she doesn't make me cry
I guess she's sorta like
A dull steak knife, alright
They stop watching
When dinners on the table
A bit late but I've clocked in now
Unwilling and able
Put on my hairnet
My khakis
You, laughing
The wardrobe we live in
I was just wishing
That we could fit in
I won't forget it
Swear to god imma have my day
One day (yeah)
I'd like you to come
Play with the house phone
Cord when you're drunk
She's something out the blue
But she doesn't make me cry
I guess she's sorta like
A dull steak knife, alright
They stop watching
When dinners on the table
A bit late but I've clocked in now
Unwilling and able
Put on my hairnet
My khakis
You, laughing
The wardrobe we live in
I was just wishing
That we could fit in
I won't forget it
Swear to god imma have my day
One day (yeah)
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