Cum Into My Kitchen

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Rexxx
Rexxx
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Hey little girl, yeah you know that you're lookin so hungry tonite
I can tell by your eyes and the tongue on your lips there's a big appetite.
Well I know that you've got a big fire just burnin that you want to feed.
So just tell me what you want, you know that I've got what it is that you need
Now you're back on my doorstep, just beggin for good down home cookin, it's true.
Come on into my kitchen, I'll whip up a recipe made just for you.
First we'll fan our hot fires and make them burn brighter than they were before.
If it doesn't feel right, we can turn it down low or just pour on some more.
Then we'll stir it so nice and we'll throw in some spice just like it should be done.
Yeah we're mixing a dish that's much better for two than it is just for one.
And the sweat on your brow as I cook up our meal and the look in your eyes.
Lets me know that you want what I'm cookin for you and you'll love the surprise!.
When I show you that dish, yeah I know that your body will quiver, you'll growl.
When you're done with your dinner, you'll love it so much, it'll just make you howl.
And you won't be as hungry as you were before.
But you won't let me run you right out of the door
You'll just beg to come back soon and suck down some more
Of the things I can feed you, I know it for sure.
But don't leave til I've fed you the best of desserts.
And your so full that when you breathe in, it just hurts.
Yeah your hunger ran deep and I put you at rest,
Now the feast is complete and you've fed on the best
I can give you and so now you're happy for sure.
And tomorrow you'll turn up right back at my door.
You'll come back to my kitchen to see, taste and to smell
My home cookin I do for you, do it so well.

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© 2001 Rexxx

Rexxx
Rexxx
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