You have whirled me round this great big town,
a KING is what you be.
Around the world a Hundred ways,
Think Pink upon your sleeves.
With spatula and whisk in hand,
you beat upon the eggs.
Of what lust goes on in your mind,
I'm sure not a lettuce bed.
You jet-set hither, to and throw.
Across this vast great land.
Just to help the humble housewife,
hold on to her man.
Just what kitchen would be complete,
if it was not for your books.
And some of us do it naked.
oh..maybe an apron just for looks.
So whisk away and keep it up.
The cooking if you please.
I am sure that food is not the only way.
To bring a man down to his knees.
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