Burst the Bubble
I got nothing but love for you,
baby boy, you're my best friend
We been through a whole lot together,
best buds forever, thick and thin
Now I wouldn't be looking out for you,
if I let you keep getting dumped on this way
You can't see it with those lovey-dovey eyes,
but you been getting treated like a doggone stray
You got put out of your own house,
what, are you a man or a mouse
You're taking the bus, while she's driving your car
You took a shine to being henpecked way too far
I hate to be a homeboy hater,
but that's how the situation be
I hope you listen, 'cause good advice is hard to come by,
especially when it's given free
You say you love her,
I feel you, cool ... that's fine
You say sharing is good
but you always pay the bill
when you and her wine and dine
You say she loves you too
I hear you, cool ... that's sweet
She says equality is good,
but every place you both go,
she never pulls out the purse and treat
I hate to be a Fred Flintstone,
but you're looking like a Barney Rubble
Hate to have to break it to you this way,
boy, I hate to have to burst your bubble
I hate to be a Wilma Flintstone,
but you're acting like a Betty Rubble
Hate I had to break it to you this way,
I really hate I had to burst your bubble
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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