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Well get out from that kitchen and rattle those pots and pansGet out from that kitchen and rattle those pots and pansWell roll my breakfast 'cause I'm a hungry manwhen you wear those dresses the sun comes shinin' throughWhen you wear those dresses the sun comes shinin' throughI can't believe my eyes, all of this belongs to youI said shake, rattle and rollShake, rattle and rollShake, rattle and rollShake, rattle and rollWell you never do nothin' to save your doggone soulway over the hill and wigged out underneathWay over the hill and wigged out underneathYou make me roll my eyes baby make me grit my teethI'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a sea-food storeI'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a sea-food storeI can look at you tell you don't love me no more From Letras Mania