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You could lay the table while you're dreamin'
of my curves
Keep them
satisfied, they're back for second serves
You could lay the table, make it sweeter than
you've seen
You can
come on in my kitchen, get a little taste of what I mean
Well you
could whip it up far better, babe, than any old naked chef
Or lick that beater 'til we
both run out of breath
You could whip it better baby, make it sweeter than you've seen
Come on in my kitchen, boy get
a little taste of what I mean
You could peel off my apron,
come unzip my dress
Don't you be forgettin' how to clean up all your mess
You could peel off my apron,
make it sweeter than you've seen
Come on in my kitchen, boy get a little taste of
what I mean
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