Quindon Tarver: A housewife's revenge

Feels Like That Man Took My HeartLaid It Neatly Out Before Him On the FloorThen He Put On the BiggestHeaviest Winter Boots He HadAnd Stomped On It For Three Hours,Maybe FourAnd I Hope His Sorrells Are Ruined ForeverCause You Know He Knows How to Push My Every ButtonGet Down to My Last NerveLike the Other Day He Forgot to Put His Beer CanIn the Recycling BinAnd He Meant to Do It On Purpose I'm SureSo I Might Just Have to Tell HimWhy His Dog, Ralph, That Ran Away Three Years AgoWon't Be Coming Home AgainCause You Know He Walks Around the HouseIn His UnderwearWhenever My Girlfriends Come AroundAnd Perhaps If He Were Good LookingI Might Feel a Bit Jealous, OverzealousBut All I Feel Is EmbarrassedLooking At Him Standing ThereAnd I Hope He Never Finds His Left SlipperAnd My Psychiatrist Says I Should Tell Him How I FeelHe Says, "Oh Great, I Gotta Listen to Her Snivel Again"So I Have These Little Unfulfilled FantasiesOf Putting Arsenic in His TeacupWe'd See Who'd Be Laughing ThenIf Only He Was the Type to Drink TeaNow I Hear Him Come Up the DrivewayIn His El CaminoWith Its Black With a Red-flame Firebird On FrontHe Keeps the Keys to HimselfHe Won't Take Me Out to the MoviesCause of FootballSo I'll Just Hold Out On Something ElseI'll Never Cook Him Another Single Hungry Man Tv Dinner AgainI Say, "Listen Man, You Better Treat Me With SomeR-e-s-p-e-c-tCause I Gotta a Whole Lotta What You NeedThen a Whole Lot Besides, and Then Still a Whole Lot More"He Said, "Yeah, If You Were Talking About Your WeightThat Might Be True - But Otherwise All You Give Me IsHeadache and Heartburn"So I Took His Hungry Man Tv Dinner and His SorrelsSo I Took His Left Slipper and His Hungry Man Tv DinnerAnd I Spit On His Sorrels As I Walked Out the Door.And I Spit On Him As I Walked Out the DoorBy the Way, Your Dog Ralph Won't Be Coming Home Again