where the chefs eat - bonelang lyrics
[chorus]
too many cooks in the kitchen
don’t forget the bread in the oven
burn away the bad plus the bad ones
i love you but i’m not your husband
look at us talking like we’re english in the kitchen
b*ttering the pan looking sweeter than a biscuit
baby’s in the blender, bright red lipstick
looking at me good like you know you gonna get it
i can’t hang my down while i got it
get my head above the haters
i’m stuck in my boyhood
maybe we can link later
i got my head caught up in somalia and san francisco
i love my memory cause it does whatever i tеll it
too many cooks in the kitchen [huh, huh]
don’t forget thе bread in the oven [ooow]
burn away the bad plus the bad ones
i love you but i’m not your husband
look at us talking like we’re english in the kitchen
b*ttering the pan looking sweeter than a biscuit
baby’s in the blender, bright red lipstick
looking at me good like you know you gonna*
[post*chorus]
so pull me up a seat where the chefs eat
i want the creme de la creme the choice cut
but every single bite that i take i can only taste you
[chorus]
too many cooks in the kitchen [huh, huh]
don’t forget the bread in the oven [ooow]
burn away the bad plus the bad ones
i love you but i’m not your husband
look at us talking like we’re english in the kitchen
b*ttering the pan looking sweeter than a biscuit
baby’s in the blender, bright red lipstick
looking at me good like you know you gonna get it
i can’t hang my down while i got it
get my head above the haters
i’m stuck in my boyhood
maybe we can link later
i got my head caught up in somalia and san francisco
i love my memory cause it does whatever i tell it
i can’t hang my down while i got it [too many cooks in the kitchen]
get my head above the haters [bread in the oven]
i’m stuck in my boyhood [burn away the bad plus the bad ones]
maybe we can link later [i love you but i’m not your husband]
[too many cooks in the kitchen] i got my head caught up in somalia and san francisco [b*ttering the pan looking sweeter than a biscuit]
i love my memory cause it does whatever i tell*
so pull me up a seat where the chefs eat
i want the creme de la creme the choice cut
but every single bite that i take i can only taste you
so pull me up a seat where the chefs eat
i want the creme de la creme the choice cut
but every single bite that i take i can only taste you
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