Four Bitchin Babes My Kinda Man Lyrics

My Kinda Man Lyrics

Hes the one for me,

hes not your average guy

Doesnt come on too
strong,

but you wouldnt call him shy

Hes good at his job and hes
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 hes 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, Id 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 hes 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, youre my
Cuisinart

His pesto has zesto, theres 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 hes my kinda man