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
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