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I threw my woman power in a pot of stew |
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And waited for my love to come. |
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But not a single word did i hear from him, |
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So i tried the stew on my dog |
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But he wouldn't even eat it. |
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I put my light heart on a matching silver plate |
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And waited for my love to come. |
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But not a single footstep was heard near the door |
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So i ate the plate myself |
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And got a heartburn. |
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Heartburn, heartburn plate, |
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Heartburn, heartburn cake. |
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I toasted my pride and covered it with apple jam |
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And waited for my love to come. |
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But not a single sign of a stir or a breeze |
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So i soaked the bread in my milk |
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And i gave it to the birds. |
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Heartburn, heartburn plate, |
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Heartburn, heartburn cake. |
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I watched the clock ticking, ticking away to my past, |
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Eight years old, birthday and raindrops. |
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Not a single line from my dad or my mom |
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So i laid the cake on my cat |
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But she wouldn't even touch it. |
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Heartburn, heartburn stew, |
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Heartburn, heartburn blues. |
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What do i want with a heartburn, i ask you, |
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Don't try to give me the word. |
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'cause i ask a clever question |
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And i get a silly answer. |