Come on in
Tell me what you want to eat
Well we don't got that
But I can whip you up something sweet
Only heirloom veggies
You pick your own right out back
But if it don't get cooked in butter
I just don't see the point in that
Sit right down now
Don't worry about your size
I'm hoping when you take a bite
It goes right down to your thighs
In my kitchen
Not a damn thing goes to waste
Well it don't taste quite like momma's cookin'
But I think you'll like the taste
French toast in the morning
So sweet you'll think its cake
I'm making lunch
So forget the pb&j
Stay for dinner
You could stand to gain some weight
You look a little hungry
I'll make you wanna lick my plate
French toast in the morning
So sweet you'll think its cake
I'm making lunch
So forget the pb & j
Stay for dinner
You could stand to gain some weight
You look a little hungry
I'll make you wanna lick my plate
The Stupid Robots - Momma's Cookin' Lyrics
The Stupid Robots - Momma's Cookin' Lyrics
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Come on in
Tell me what you want to eat
Well we don't got that
But I can whip you up something sweet
Only heirloom veggies
You pick your own right out back
But if it don't get cooked in butter
I just don't see the point in that
Sit right down now
Don't worry about your size
I'm hoping when you take a bite
It goes right down to your thighs
In my kitchen
Not a damn thing goes to waste
Well it don't taste quite like momma's cookin'
But I think you'll like the taste
French toast in the morning
So sweet you'll think its cake
I'm making lunch
So forget the pb&j
Stay for dinner
You could stand to gain some weight
You look a little hungry
I'll make you wanna lick my plate
French toast in the morning
So sweet you'll think its cake
I'm making lunch
So forget the pb & j
Stay for dinner
You could stand to gain some weight
You look a little hungry
I'll make you wanna lick my plate
Tell me what you want to eat
Well we don't got that
But I can whip you up something sweet
Only heirloom veggies
You pick your own right out back
But if it don't get cooked in butter
I just don't see the point in that
Sit right down now
Don't worry about your size
I'm hoping when you take a bite
It goes right down to your thighs
In my kitchen
Not a damn thing goes to waste
Well it don't taste quite like momma's cookin'
But I think you'll like the taste
French toast in the morning
So sweet you'll think its cake
I'm making lunch
So forget the pb&j
Stay for dinner
You could stand to gain some weight
You look a little hungry
I'll make you wanna lick my plate
French toast in the morning
So sweet you'll think its cake
I'm making lunch
So forget the pb & j
Stay for dinner
You could stand to gain some weight
You look a little hungry
I'll make you wanna lick my plate
Writer: Jonathan Sanders
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