WE'RE EATIN' OUT TONIGHT(Ode to the working mother)
(by Ondrea Lewis ©2000)

We’re eatin’ out tonight
I’m not cookin’
All day I’ve been humpin’
Like a girl on the street hookin’

We’re eatin’ out tonight
I don’t wanna see that kitchen
I’m gonna put my feet up
Better call the colonel, the king of finger lickin’

I’m every woman
But tonight I’m not the chef
If you’re hungry check the fridge
To see if yesterday had anything left

I’m gonna strip to my skinnies
And grab the remote
Watch some good ole television
Maybe the Love Boat

And drift into oblivion
Dreamin’ of that cruise
Where I can bathe in the sun all day
And don’t have to wear no shoes

Don’t even look my way
Unless you’re tryin’ to start a fight
Cause I’ve done all I’m gonna do today
So we’re eatin’ out tonight



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