She’s kicking me out
We’re dividing our stuff
Living without her is going to be tough
She’s kicked me out onto the street
It’ll take me a while to get back on my feet
But I’ve found myself a nice little flat
I can’t move in straight away , she knows that
Its costing me a fortune moving outs dear
But I’ve still found myself out on my rear
We went halves on everything, where do we go from here?
Who gets the sofa the fridge and the kettle?
I’ll leave her for a week to let our emotions settle
Because if we talk now about who gets what
We’ll I’ll probably end up letting her keep the lot
So I’ll leave it a while before we talk about what she’s keeping
Even though I don’t know where I’ll be sleeping