[Repeat: x8]
Yeah!

[Repeat: x2]
Let the Piano Man Play

I'm call you in the middle of the night
Before we have a little problem
You you you, me and you, you you
And it ain't gon be no foolin' around
Between him and you
You you you you you you you you
Him and You girl

I know lotta girls who don't need a man
But I need this one (i need this one)
And I know you might need you a man
But you ain't gettin' this one

See I can anybody baby I ain't stressin'
But what I done him I consider him an investment
Tryna take my man is like tryna take money
And Tryna take my money well
Just ain't Haven't it

I Don't know it all, but I tell what I know
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen
All up in ya fridge, and next will the stove
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen
When pot gets hot everything drops
Eyes on your man, hands on ya pot
If She runs in to help, tell her stay in your spot
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen

See I'm Sorry but I'm have to shut them vertners
Down, down, down so we can keep it cool
Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool yeah!
See I don't need no extra ingredients

[Repeat: x8]
There's not enough cabinent space for two


Now I can anybody baby I ain't stressin'
But what I done him I consider him an investment
Tryna take my man is like tryna take money
And tryna take my money well
Just ain't
Haven't it

I Don't know it all, but I tell what I know
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen
All up in ya fridge, and next will the stove
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen
When pot gets hot everything drops
Eyes on your man, hands on ya pot If
She runs in to help, tell her stay in your spot
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen

I don't know it all, but I tell what I know
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen
All up in ya fridge, and next will the stove
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen
When pot gets hot everything drops
Eyes on your man, hands on ya pot If
She runs in to help, tell her stay in your spot
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen

I Seen it all before (seen it all before)
And rather show you out
There's the door just let you walk up in this kitchen
Girl you got me twisted

I Don't know it all, but I tell what I know
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen
All up in ya fridge, and next will the stove
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen
When pot gets hot everything drops
Eyes on your man, hands on ya pot
If she runs in to help, tell her stay in your spot
Never let girl cook in ya kitchen

Yeah boy!

I know what you saying.

Writer : NASH, TERIUS / STEWART, CHRISTOPHER / BLIGE, MARY J.
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.