flames burning, steam rising, my appetite grows
hot. and she know i'm itching' to see what's
inside those pots. we come around 'bout a quarter
to three, can't keep a good man from his afternoon
feed. best bring your manners or you won't get
served. "what's cooking?" it's up to her!
hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, she likes
it all the while. soup's on, there's no denial in
the oven of my desire. what's on the table is what
i need, but it's still on the fire. we come around
'bout a quarter to five, we've come to satisfy our
appetites. best bring your manners or you won't
get served. "what about desert?" it's up to her!
when you need a hotplate, here's where we go,
twenty four hours she's never closed. chinese,
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to bring me down to my knees, mexican, italian,
mexican, cajun; better say thank you, and always
say please. hotplate-served with a smile.
hotplate, she likes it all the while.
hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, down home
style. they say the pretty girls can't make no
eats- well look at mine, she can't be beat.
everybody tries to tear us apart 'cause she knows
a man's stomach is the way to his heart. don't
come around 'bout a quarter to nine, 'cause when
the food's all gone, the girl's still mine. don't
come around a quarter to ten, cause when the
party's over, the fun begins!