| Song | Burn Down the House |
| Artist | SHeDAISY |
| Album | Fortuneteller's Melody |
| 作词 : Deere, Osborn | |
| Today I promise I'll never love you again | |
| I swear I'll care as little as I can | |
| 'Cause I've become accustomed to wearin' nothin' | |
| But pink nail polish on my left hand | |
| So many valuable lessons I learned from you | |
| Like forgiveness and breakin' hearts too | |
| Now that you're a goner in your honor | |
| More of the silence is the least I can do | |
| Cut the lines | |
| Blow up a few bridges | |
| Trim the fat | |
| Trim the grass | |
| Clean out the fridge | |
| Then sweep up the mess | |
| Put on my Sunday best | |
| And burn down the house | |
| Burn down the house | |
| Toss an easy stride into this dance I call life | |
| And Burrrn, yeah | |
| I never did like your fantasy football friends | |
| I'll never have to watch Caddyshack again | |
| I finally started cookin' and if you're lookin' | |
| I'm walkin' my new dog in front of my new house | |
| Got a new job and the money's come in | |
| See you need a new man and a world and a new life | |
| Nothing's quite as right as a girl on the mend | |
| Cut the lines | |
| Blow up a few bridges | |
| Trim the fat | |
| Trim the grass | |
| Clean out the fridge | |
| Then sweep up the mess | |
| Put on my Sunday best | |
| And burn down the house | |
| Burn down the house | |
| Toss an easy stride into this dance I call life | |
| And Burn | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Oh, whoa, whoa | |
| Tearin' down old walls | |
| Puttin' up new ones | |
| Have a little fun it's wreckin' ball night | |
| Gotta little itchin' to get down in the kitchen | |
| With my tall drink of water and some dynamite | |
| Cut the lines | |
| Blow up a few bridges | |
| Trim the fat | |
| Trim the grass | |
| Clean out the fridge | |
| Then sweep up the mess | |
| Put on my Sunday best | |
| And burn down the house | |
| Burn down the house | |
| Toss an easy stride into this dance I call life | |
| And burn, burn, burn | |
| Baby, burn | |
| Ah, burn it up, yeah | |
| Don't know burn, burn | |
| Burn it, burn it, burn it up |
| zuò cí : Deere, Osborn | |
| Today I promise I' ll never love you again | |
| I swear I' ll care as little as I can | |
| ' Cause I' ve become accustomed to wearin' nothin' | |
| But pink nail polish on my left hand | |
| So many valuable lessons I learned from you | |
| Like forgiveness and breakin' hearts too | |
| Now that you' re a goner in your honor | |
| More of the silence is the least I can do | |
| Cut the lines | |
| Blow up a few bridges | |
| Trim the fat | |
| Trim the grass | |
| Clean out the fridge | |
| Then sweep up the mess | |
| Put on my Sunday best | |
| And burn down the house | |
| Burn down the house | |
| Toss an easy stride into this dance I call life | |
| And Burrrn, yeah | |
| I never did like your fantasy football friends | |
| I' ll never have to watch Caddyshack again | |
| I finally started cookin' and if you' re lookin' | |
| I' m walkin' my new dog in front of my new house | |
| Got a new job and the money' s come in | |
| See you need a new man and a world and a new life | |
| Nothing' s quite as right as a girl on the mend | |
| Cut the lines | |
| Blow up a few bridges | |
| Trim the fat | |
| Trim the grass | |
| Clean out the fridge | |
| Then sweep up the mess | |
| Put on my Sunday best | |
| And burn down the house | |
| Burn down the house | |
| Toss an easy stride into this dance I call life | |
| And Burn | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Oh, whoa, whoa | |
| Tearin' down old walls | |
| Puttin' up new ones | |
| Have a little fun it' s wreckin' ball night | |
| Gotta little itchin' to get down in the kitchen | |
| With my tall drink of water and some dynamite | |
| Cut the lines | |
| Blow up a few bridges | |
| Trim the fat | |
| Trim the grass | |
| Clean out the fridge | |
| Then sweep up the mess | |
| Put on my Sunday best | |
| And burn down the house | |
| Burn down the house | |
| Toss an easy stride into this dance I call life | |
| And burn, burn, burn | |
| Baby, burn | |
| Ah, burn it up, yeah | |
| Don' t know burn, burn | |
| Burn it, burn it, burn it up |