Oh me, oh my Oh me, oh my Oh me, oh my Get out of your 1950's fantasy Your face shines with misery transparently Spew out that sobering Half assed victim
Now this this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin' it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife
When I look around it makes me wonder Am I worthy of the most amazing life that I've been given Did not care before but now I'm older I see things in
He tells me, we're happy, he could never guess While he's at work, she's an adulteress [Guitar Bit] She's a bored, bored housewife - in the cul-de-sac
Yo, this is for the bitches, he just can't tell 'em apart So, I hollered at the lil' homey Marl I said what the fuck man? Let's spit this nigga some game
She looks in the mirror and stares at the wrinkles that weren't there yesterday And thinks of the young man that she almost married What would he think
I have a secret obsession It's totally tupperware My own science project Defying wear and tear I'm jealous of shopping carts And all of their brand new
She looks in the mirror and stares at the wrinkles that weren't there yesterday thinks of a young man she always spared what would he think if he saw
Perfect lady housewife her totally detached Sepulcher is painted white it's antique suite unscratched A veritable show case it shines like a new pin
Seems like that man took my heart [feels] Laid it neatly out before him on the floor Then he put on the biggest Heaviest winter boots he had And stomped
(Kate the Housewife) All I am is just a housewife Nothing special, nothing great What I do is kinda boring If you'd rather, it can wait All I am is
This is no time or place to wake up but there are things to do and space to take up I'm in love with something I dreamed about I'm in love, but it's not
Tend the tables, put your house guests away Tend the tables for free and it's okay Put your pockets in the drawers, sad and warm Hey, I will be right
Will you take me in and care for me? I don't think I can go on It seems everyday in everyway It gets harder to get things done I can't be what they think
A is for altar where we go astray B for the bills that begin the next day C for the cuffs and the collars of shirts D is for dishes and dusting and dirt
My body aches And my brain denies My stomach hurts But I'd better hide Good days are gone As my nights turn light Where do I go Why do I fall and fight
(Music and Lyrics by Jay Brannan) Two bodies pressed together two boys are falling hard the smell of sweat and leather a kinky greeting card crazy about
Chorus: Kurupt Now this this is one of them occasions where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a