A tribute to “Boys Don't Cry” by The Cure ====================================== I must say I'm bored, Cause I thought you would comprehend, I guessed this time, You understood, That the kitchen is not mine! I tried to shake it off, But the truth is, Onions give me tears in the eyes, Cleaning up makes me choke and be pissed, It's hard, but please understand: Please, get your act together and cook! Fry your own meals, lazyboy! Girls... Don't... Fry... Girls... Don't... Fry... I would vomit in front of your feet, To make you understand how I hate cooking, I'll call Alfredo's for a pizza, But they have closed already, And there is nothing I can do! I tried to shake it off, But the truth is, Onions give me tears in the eyes, Cleaning up makes me choke and be pissed, It's hard, but please understand: Please, et your act together and cook! Fry your own meals, lazyboy! Girls... Don't... Fry... Girls... Don't... Fry... I could tell you I love to cook, So you would stay with me, But I know you're not buying it, And have already gone away! I thought you could take it, But I pushed too far, I thought you could cook, Thought that you could fry, fry, fry! Please, get your act together and cook! Fry your own meals, lazyboy! Girls... Don't... Fry... Girls... Don't... Fry... Girls... Don't... Fry... Cause... Girls... Don't... Fry... Cause... Girls... Don't... Fry...
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