Pain on my heart

I got pain in my heart,

My girl making pancakes for some other man.

I got pain in my heart,

Like chopsticks dropping noodles before they land.

Talkin’ ’bout my girl,

She used to butter my toast just right.

Talkin’ ’bout my girl,

Now she’s serving smiles with his syrup tonight.

I got pain in my heart,

Like fried rice without the egg.

Talkin’ ’bout my girl,

She done walked out on my hungry leg.

I got pain in my heart,

My girl wearing his shirts like they brand new.

I got pain in my heart,

Like dim sum Sunday with no BBQ pork in view.

Talkin’ ’bout my girl,

She used to wear mine and dance in the kitchen light.

Talkin’ ’bout my girl,

Now she’s rockin’ his sleeves on a Saturday night.

I got pain in my heart,

Like hot pot boiling but my seat’s been sold.

I got pain in my heart,

Like jasmine tea left out, now it’s gone cold.

Talkin’ ’bout my girl,

She was the soy sauce to my rice.

Talkin’ ’bout my girl,

Now she’s seasoning someone else’s life.

I got pain in my heart,

But one thing I know for sure—

Pancakes, shirts, and Sunday dim sum…

She’s gone, but my stomach still wants more.