.Tito and I walked into the kitchen
All the heat came pouring down
The beginning of a ritual of bitching
For seven hours ahead he wouldnât make a sound
He canât help moving right along
Tito felt right where he belonged
Among the mass of dirty plates, he worked on, I couldnât r.
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