Luyện nghe bài hát Kitchenette

I keep hanging around kitchenette
And I'm get a pot to cook you in
I my fingers in your biscuit jar
And all your Gingerbread Men

I want you
I want you to be my
I you
I wanna be your man

Try not to the executioner
He's with a fireman's axe
He his glass eye on the pillow
And his dentures there in a glass

What's this husband of yours given to you
Oprah on a plasma screen
And a brood of jug-eared imbeciles
The ugliest I've ever seen

Now I know that you really dig him
And I can see that you it to quit
But if you want to get hand out of the cookie jar
You to let go of the biscuit!