Nick Launay - Kitchenette lyrics

I keep hanging around your kitchenette And I'm gonna get a pot to cook you in I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar And crush all your Gingerbread Men 'Cause I want you I want you to be my friend I want you I wanna be your solitary man Try not to wake the executioner He sleeping with a fireman's axe He leaves his gla** eye on the pillow babe And his dentures floating there in a gla** What's this husband of yours ever given to you Oprah Winfrey on a plasma screen And a brood of jug-cared buck-toothed imbeciles The ugliest f**ing kids I've ever seen Now I know that you don't really dig him And I can see that you want it to quit But if you want to get your hand out of the cookie jar You have to let go of the biscuit!