**\[Verse 1]** I make the snacks, I wash the floors, You’re on the couch, still wanting more. They call me names, yeah, let 'em scoff, I wear my badge, I’m better off.
**\[Pre-Chorus]** Don’t need your rules, don’t want your war, I open minds while you keep score. I serve the tea, I take the heat, But I sleep just fine with clean, cold sheets.
**\[Chorus]** So call me a cuck, I don't give a—(what?) Love who I love,… Read more