Four Bitchin' Babes
Four Bitchin' Babes - My Kinda Man lyrics
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Hes the one for me, Hes not your average guy Doesnt't't come on too strong, But you wouldn't call him shy Hes good at his job and he's real good lookin But the best part of all, Is he really likes cookin Yeah, give him a pot, or toss him a pan Caviar and quail or green eggs and ham He can whip up a meal, Julia Childs is a fan He likes cookin dinner, And he's my kinda man I knew from my first bite of his chicken croquette And his smoked salmon, goat cheese omelet Hed be my honey pie, I'd be his crepe suzette And wed saute together into the sunset Yeah, give him a pot, or toss him a pan Caviar and quail or green eggs and ham His gaspachos got macho, Hes got flair with a flan He likes cookin dinner, And he's my kinda man I knew our romance was gastronomically fated His culinary skills are five-star rated Im a Capricorn, he is a Pisces I do the shopping; he chops and disces His key lime pie unlocked the door to my heart Itold him, Honey, you're my Cuisinart His pesto has zesto, there's soul in his souffle He even did the catering on our wedding day Yeah, give him a pot, or toss him a pan Caviar and quail or green eggs and ham He does it Szechuan, he does it Hunan He does it tofu, he does it with bran Hes my very own personal food plan He likes cookin dinner, And he's my kinda man