Love Kitchen

Your love kitchen
Gets me itchin'
Fish and chips
Curvy hips

Chicken thighs
Sultry eyes
French fried taters
Can't wait for later

Big plump melons
Sweet honey smellin'
Your pouty lips
I can't resist

Biscuits and gravy
Chestnut hair wavy
I must confess
Baby, you're the best

Corn on the cob
I feel like a slob
What can I do
You're making me drool

Ribs and beans
Collard greens
You make me hurt
I want your desert

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