How I love a chap who cooks
Naturally without the aid of books
One thing that's a big turn on
Is a fella who can cook up a song
If he can feed me real deep
Into bed I'll fall and not to sleep
He can cook all aphrodisiacs
Make me hot using his spice rack
I want to taste the very sublime
Make my stomach feel so fine
If he can cook up a storm
In bed is where recipes are born
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