Lyrics

some1's been telling me stories
some1's been telling me lies
some1's been keeping their secrets
coming home late at night

some1's been counting the passing days
some1's been sleeping 2 long
some1's been seeing the rooms get smaller
& the walls come 2gether wrong

some1's been throwing some candy
all over some1 else's bed
some1's been pulling the bag 2 tightly
around somebody else's head

some1's been telling me stories...

some1's in the kitchen with my love
some1's in the kitchen i know
i can hear the laughing & the singing
the strumming on the old banjo

some1's in the kitchen with my love
& i'm creeping on down the stair
whoever's in the kitchen with my love
u better watch out, u better beware
i better not find u there
i better not find u there
i better not find u there, motherfucker
i better not find u there.