I've had enough of hearing your excuses
No more, "I think I need a break!"
I'll rather fast and pass your baked biscuits
Whatever you'd made of It In taste
I've had enough of hearing your excuses
No more, "but baby listen to me!"
My blood pressure's 146 over 86
I may If you stop sugarcoating constantly!
But 'lo and behold' she keeps going on, about the recipe
But I already know that you got something up your sleeves
And you don't gotta tell me (No, no no, no)
You don't gotta tell me (No, no, no, no)
'Cause I could already smell It from the get go
I thought I would listen, but there's nothing to be told
Simply lies In the oven, even they've charcoaled
Now she suffers, from paralysis, having set the whole
Place on fire, but I'm the only one to blow out, speak about
A self-created crisis, not a fireman's gonna waste his clout
But 'lo and behold' she keeps going on, about the recipe
But I already know that you got something up your sleeves
And you don't gotta tell me! (No, no no, no)
You don't gotta tell me (No, no, no, no)
You don't gotta tell me (No, no,no,no)
You don't gotta tell me (No, no,no,no)
'Cause I could already smell It from the get go