A fat man like me Can never bother with tea or brie I must go right to the main source And wolf it down like a rhinoceros But a woman like her Can tease me with a warm hors d'ouevre She slices and dices nicely Which has a way of enticing me Armed with an apron and spatula She is a post-modern goddess of love So why does she feed me pate` When she knows what I'm gonna say
Complicated potatoes again? Complicated potatoes
She spices her icings precisely Arousing me aromatically I had a recent rhinoscopy So I could smell every recipe Still she leaves me on pre-heat When she knows that I love to eat
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