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Låttexter: Rodney Carrington. It's Too Late.

(M)-We first met we made love every hour, now -A- days I always have to beg.
(W)-When we first met your stomach was a six-pack, now -A- days it looks more like a keg.

(B)-It's to late now we're married, till we're dead and buried.
(B)-Your stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you, baby it's to late and there?s nothing we can do.
(B)-We tied the knot, and we both have second thoughts, I got drunk and now I'm stuck with you.

(M)-When we first met our love was like a flower, now it's like a weed I'd like to pick.
(W)-When we first met, our love was strong and growing, now it's short and shriveled like your dick.

(B)-It's to late now we're married, till we're dead and buried.
(B)-Your stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you, baby it's to late and there?s nothing we can do.
(B)-We took our vows, and we're both sorry now, I got drunk and now I'm stuck with you.

(M)-Now I share a checking account and half my money?s gone.
(W)-I share a bathroom with a man who can't hit the john.
(M)-I got someone to nag at me and tell me how to drive.
(W)-Now my life is over but my body?s still alive.

(B)-Your stuck with me, what did we do
(M)-Oh whatever made me stick my thing in you.
(B)-We took our vows, and we're both sorry now, baby I got drunk and now I'm stuck with you
(M)-Yea the condom broke, and now I'm stuck with you.
(W)-The kids aren?t yours, and I'm still stuck with you