Four on Fire

You had a shaved head

and some ink on your wrist

Said you loved art and you're a pacifist But then we sat

down and you started to speak About the natural roles of the

strong and the weak

Oh, you want a trad-wife to bake all your bread (no way!)

Keep my mouth shut and stay in your head I'm leaving my

keys and I'm out of the door I don't think we'll talk

anymore

Your profile said 'moderate,

open, and free'

But you want a servant to make you your tea

Those sketchy tattoos are starting to click

I'm calling an Uber,

and calling it quick

Oh, you want a trad-wife to bake all your bread (no way!)

Keep my mouth shut and stay in your head I'm leaving my

keys and I'm out of the door I don't think we'll talk

anymore

Keep your vintage ideals Keep your retrograde views

I'll keep my freedom And my high-heeled shoes (bye-bye!)

Oh, you want a trad-wife to bake all your bread (ha!) Keep

my mouth shut and stay in your head I'm leaving my keys

and I'm out of the door I don't think we'll talk anymore

Yeah, keep the bread

I'm taking

the car

(see ya!)