night in your soul kitchen warm my mind near your gentle stove turn me out and i'll wander, baby stumbling in the neon groves let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
(oooo oooo oooo) Drive out with the sun in your eyes You wasted my time It's true, it's true My god, don't you hold out your hand I called off my plans
In the sunlight of mid-April but the glow won't stop the smiles That are spreading on our faces as we fall down on the kitchen floor And she is laughing
eyes Street lights share their hollow glow Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise Still one place to go Still one place to go Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
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't ever fall in love It's the devil's own invention For once he fell in love with a maiden so bewitching Miss Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly's kitchen
(Robert Johnson) Mmm... you better come on in my kitchen babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors The woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker
in the strainer Has a mind of its own So be very careful In the dangerous kitchen When the night time has fallen, And the roaches are crawlin' In the kitchen
can Gucci do the dishes, Don't nobody nobody fuck with my kitchen Bought a old school then I sat it on 6's How u cop it Gucci, plenty working in the kitchen
tell ya what I know Never let a girl cook in your kitchen All up in your fridge, and next will be the stove Never let a girl cook in your kitchen When
salad While I'm making love, I'll be feasting Girl you're in the kitchen Sweating up a storm The oven's on 500 So you know the kitchen's warm Girl you
Hell's Kitchen Je sens la terre Pousser contre mes pieds Tout tremble Tout s'ecroule Je vois le ciel A travers l'eau Et il pleut encore Sur un homme
[Chorus:] There's a rat in mi kitchen what am I gonna do? There's a rat in mi kitchen what am I gonna go? I'm gonna fix that rat thats what I'm gonna
(feat. Herb Alpert) [Chorus:] There's a rat in mi kitchen what am I gonna do? There's a rat in mi kitchen what am I gonna go? I'm gonna fix that
I'm a rubber ball (Victims of success We all are...) Blackbird sittin' at the kitchen door Don't give him bread he'll come back for more Point to
Don?t know it all, but i tell what i know Never let girl cook in ya kitchen All up in ya fridge, and next will the stove Never let girl cook in ya kitchen
