Cast Iron Frying Pan.
Boss I can't make it into work
Me and my baby split up last night
I'm running on a broken heart
And my face aint a pretty sight
She flipped and threw the frying pan
It came at me like a frizby
Bust my top lip wide open
She wasn't aiming to miss me.
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It was a cast iron frying pan
No aluminium lightweight
A gift from her mother
When we set a wedding date,
While I was bleeding
My baby up and ran
Boss I aint lying
It was a cast iron frying pan.
I think about eggs and bacon
And all those tastey meals she cooked
I gotta lick my swolen gum
Cause everything tasted real good.
That pan sure added flavour
I thought love was cooking too
I didn't see it as a weapon
But I bet her mother knew.
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bridge
Should've figured things out
When I met her paw
He's got false teeth
And a scar on his jaw,
Well I smashed it up
That pan wont cook or hurt again
Boss I'll be back real soon
But I can't say when.
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