Words & Music by J.C. Hyke & Mark Burch
I miss hot tub martinis, your
polka dot bikini
Your acrobatics on the trampoline
I miss your morning lovin', your sensual back rubbin'
Your gigglin' bubblin' personality
But now from morning till my evening pajamas
There’s no drama, no drama
I don't miss your complaining, fits about weight gaining
Exhaustive gossip every single night
You drug me with you shoppin', your mood always flip floppin'
Your stupid girlfriends gettin' us in fights (white trash)
So why won’t I miss you or your mamma
No drama, no drama
Everything is simplified
Trash talk show left my life
No more ghetto conversation
My ears are finally on vacation
There’s no more he or she said, then you wishing her dead
Or scheming to get your coworkers fired
You having your issues, me handing you tissues
Or listening to your family
conspire
Since you took half of our mellow drama
I’m as mellow as the Dalai Lama
No drama, no drama