Song Description

A song comparing love and sex to good food

Lyrics

I love to dress up swell, go to a fine hotel,
I love to have my picture took.
I love to laugh and sing, but more than anything,
baby I love to cook
(Spoken) And I?m not talkin Lean Cuisine in the microwave
I?m talkin sizzle in the pan, melt in your mouth
and stick to your ribs,
I?m talkin soup?s on, supper time,
set the table, and come and get it!

Baby you?re my Gourmet meal
And I?m feasting every night
You?re the finest old old wine
I drink a bottle and turn out the light

You?re my Chicken and dumplins, my pecan pie
You?re my Filet gumbo, your my Jambalay?,
You?re my hero with peppers and veal
Baby you?re my gourmet meal.

When I sit down at your table I don?t look at the menu
I taste everything that I?m able, ?cause I like the taste of me and you
You?re my minimum daily requirement, all the nourishment that I need
I lose my appetite when you?re not around like a filly who is off her feed

Oh baby you?re my gourmet meal
And I'm tasting every bite
I give you four stars when I dine
Because I know you always do it right

You?re my scallop souffle, my boeff bourgoeion
you?re my chocolate mousse, my cabernet savignion,
You?re my espresso with a lemon peel
Baby you?re my gourmet meal

Now I won?t go nowhere, I?ll stay at home
Because as long as I?m with you I got no need to roam
You?ve got my good housekeeping seal

Baby you?re my gourmet, my nouvelle and my mornay
my vinegrette raspberry, asparagus Rosemary,
my flambe and my fondue, my torte and Tiramisu
Baby....you?re my gourmet meal.....Bon Appetit!