Oh my god   Is on the table   And jars are open   But now it’s spilling over   Would you grab the mob   And pick it up   It’s time      I have to go to work   And it hurts my shoulder blades   But when you clean the floor   Maybe I could love you more   Oh…      Oh my god   Is on the table   And crown our butter   You wrote your little letter   I can read what it says   In your eyes   You wrote      When you go to work   It hurts my shoulder blades   And when I’m on the floor   I can’t love you more   Oh…      Oh my god   Please don’t go    And leave me on my own   Which would be forever   And now it’s over      So I’ll go to work   And it’ll hurt my shoulder blades   But when I hit the floor   Then you’ll love me more