She’s kicked me out

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