Lyrics

You say you're sweet, just my type
Is that all talk is that just hype
The proof is in the pudding x2 It ain't the pretty words you say

She make me ribs she can make me grits
Only one way to know what true love is
The proof is in the pudding x2 It ain't the pretty words you say

I like her cornbread I like her cake
She turn it on she let it bake
I like her chicken I like her muffins
The sweetest things come outta her oven

Only one way to prove every word you say
No more talk now it's time to play

You say you'll stay and never leave
Well talk is fast words are cheap
The proof is in the pudding....