Stop wearing my shirts.
Stop wearing my socks.
I'm not your mother.
I can't be bothered.
You say you don't think I'm funny anymore
So you put my face in the bottom drawer.
You keep your eyes for the boy next door.
I don't call that funny anymore

Just catch a mirror
Find out who's lonesome.
My suit is fine, I'm not a D.J.
You say you found it.
I say you lost it.
I say you know why I can't find it.
I know what you've been saying.
Yes I know where the kitchen sink is.
You're making eyes at the boy next door.
I don't call that funny anymore.

Woman me and I hold my eyes
And I keep it sane but I don't know why.
Keep going time.
Keep going questions.
My eyes have seen my own mess.
I know why the bedrooms stinking.
My house is full of strangers.
I'm not making for the boy next door.
So keep your pants in the bottom drawer.

It's coming to you.
It's coming to you.
It's coming to you.
It's riding to you.
Here it comes on two brown legs.


Lyrics submitted by Major Valor

Bottom Drawer Lyrics as written by Mark Alan Cox Andrew Keith Gray

Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group

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    Lyric Correction

    This is "Kansas". Correct lyrics are:

    Stop wearing my shirts. Stop wearing my socks. I'm not your mother. I can't be bothered. You say you don't think I'm funny anymore So you put my face in the bottom drawer. You keep your eyes for the boy next door. I don't call that funny anymore

    Just catch a mirror Find out who's lonesome. My suit is fine, I'm not a D.J. You say you found it. I say you lost it. I say you know why I can't find it. I know what you've been saying. Yes I know where the kitchen sink is. You're making eyes at the boy next door. I don't call that funny anymore.

    Woman me and I hold my eyes And I keep it sane but I don't know why. Keep going time. keep going questions. My eyes have seen my own mess. I know why the beedrooms stinking. My house is full of strangers. I'm not making for the boy next door. So keep your pants in the bottom drawer.

    It's coming to you. It's coming to you. It's coming to you. It's riding to you. Here it comes on two brown legs.

    br4in777on February 27, 2010   Link

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