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Hotplate lyrics
flames burning, steam rising, my appetite grows hot. and she know i m itching to see what s inside those pots. we come around bout a quarter to three, can t keep a good man from his afternoon feed. best bring your manners or you won t get served. "what s cooking?" it s up to her! hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, she likes it all the while. soup s on, there s no denial in the oven of my desire. what s on the table is what i need, but it s still on the fire. we come around bout a quarter to five, we ve come to satisfy our appetites. best bring your manners or you won t get served. "what about desert?" it s up to her! when you need a hotplate, here s where we go, twenty four hours she s never closed. chinese, japanese, mexican, thaiwanese; she found the way to bring me down to my knees, mexican, italian, mexican, cajun; better say thank you, and always say please. hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, she likes it all the while. hotplate-served with a smile. hotplate, down home style. they say the pretty girls can t make no eats- well look at mine, she can t be beat. everybody tries to tear us apart cause she knows a man s stomach is the way to his heart. don t come around bout a quarter to nine, cause when the food s all gone, the girl s still mine. don t come around a quarter to ten, cause when the party s over, the fun begins!
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