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Leftovers The Other

Hope she like ma Hope she like ma Left overs Left overs Left overs Hope she like ma Hope she like ma I've been slavin' In this kitchen All night But

I know what you're thinkin' right now Yes I do How you're the only one Only you No one else knows your pain That you've explained With a knife you've

Through the beach Over the sand Through the waves I'll hold your hand And as the quicksand Drags you down I'll bring you up I'll stick around To watch

Look into the air Up in the sky It's all unfair The way you lie My back is turned Yeah, I'm turned away You, yourself are so untrue Anyway... So now

Look out I'm better than you You can't tell me what to do You don't wear the clothes I do So I won't mind you Stick my nose up into the air Slaves cannot

you were gonna throw it back in my face But tell me how do my leftovers taste How do my leftovers taste Tell me did you lick my plate oooooo. How do my leftovers

This let down comes as no suprise youre so commited to my demise and i try hard not to fall in line 'cause we're breaking our hearts now its so seperated

When i sit in the sunshine all i wanna do is die but you make me feel alive, but you make me feel alive when i sit in the nighttime all i wanna do is

Wandering through winter, the white of the snow you wonder if there is a place you can go you remember the summer the sun was so warm now youre trying