Tiny Raisin

I've been lying in the bathtub 'Til I'm a tiny raisin Where's the flowers? Where's the champagne? Where's the reservation? Might have bitched a little too hard Molly said that I should leave him And for a moment, we aligned But then I had changed my mind And I hung up like the crazy bitch I am That's my man, hot damn We're gonna break up, make up Do it all over again, fuck yeah We're gonna talk shit, crash out, laugh it off 'Cause he's so fine (so fine) and he's all mine (all mine) And I hate his guts at the same time That's my man That's my man That's my bag at his place That's my kiss on his face That's my all mine, that's my alright That's his name on my charm That's my kid in his arms That's my all mine, that's my alright Uh-uh, he drives me up and down Mulholland Uh-uh, he gives me what and when I want it Uh-huh, I'll start a fight, he'll say, "My baby, why? Oh why? Just stop" That's my man, hot damn We're gonna break up, make up Do it all over again, fuck yeah We're gonna talk shit, crash out, laugh it off 'Cause he's so fine (so fine) and he's all mine (all mine) And I hate his guts at the same time That's my man That's my man (That's my man) That's my man (That's my man) That's my man (That's my man) That's my man That's my man, hot damn We're gonna break up, make up Do it all over again, fuck yeah We're gonna talk shit, crash out, laugh it off 'Cause he's so fine (so fine) and he's all mine (all mine) And I hate his guts at the same time That's my man That's my man