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Lobster Repair - That's the Kinda Guy You Are Lyrics



Lobster Repair - That's the Kinda Guy You Are Lyrics




I could be steppin' out in style or eatin' crackers in bed
I could be wishin' you the best but I wsh you was dead
I could be singin' love songs or sweet romantic verse
But instead I'm stickin' dolls with pins and wishin' you a curse
I'd like to see you shotgunned or stilettoed in a bar

I really don't like you
'Cuz that's the kinda guy you are

I'd like to see your sister on the promenade
She'd ask me for an apple and I'd hand her a grenade
I'd like to go back in time and try to find a clue
I'd like to find your ancestors and prevent them from having you
I'd like to stack your cycle put your kitty in a jar
I'd gonna burn your house down
'Cuz that's the kinda guy you are

This is a hate song
Doncha' know it's not a love song
This is a hate song
Everybody knows, everybody knows hate

I'd like to sit and talk with you and have a drink or two
I'd like to praise your assets and pay respect that's due
I'd like to toast our friendship and make sure that it's true
But I really don't have any friends and my friends are not you

I'd like to see you shotgunned or stilettoed in a bar
I really don't like you
I'm gonna burn your house down
I'm gonna cut your thumb off

'Cuz that's the kinda guy you are
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I could be steppin' out in style or eatin' crackers in bed
I could be wishin' you the best but I wsh you was dead
I could be singin' love songs or sweet romantic verse
But instead I'm stickin' dolls with pins and wishin' you a curse
I'd like to see you shotgunned or stilettoed in a bar

I really don't like you
'Cuz that's the kinda guy you are

I'd like to see your sister on the promenade
She'd ask me for an apple and I'd hand her a grenade
I'd like to go back in time and try to find a clue
I'd like to find your ancestors and prevent them from having you
I'd like to stack your cycle put your kitty in a jar
I'd gonna burn your house down
'Cuz that's the kinda guy you are

This is a hate song
Doncha' know it's not a love song
This is a hate song
Everybody knows, everybody knows hate

I'd like to sit and talk with you and have a drink or two
I'd like to praise your assets and pay respect that's due
I'd like to toast our friendship and make sure that it's true
But I really don't have any friends and my friends are not you

I'd like to see you shotgunned or stilettoed in a bar
I really don't like you
I'm gonna burn your house down
I'm gonna cut your thumb off

'Cuz that's the kinda guy you are
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Writer: Randy Cade
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Performed By: Lobster Repair
Length: 2:17
Written by: Randy Cade

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