Drew James

Lyrics

My baby's in the kitchen with her apron on
Her hair's tied up like a cinnamon bun
Like a cinnamon bun, like a cinnamon bun

There's something in the kitchen and it smells so nice
A little bit of sugar and a little bit spice
A little bit of sugar and a little bit spice

I may be wrong but I'm starting to feel
My baby's gonna make me, make me, make me
A home cooked meal
Home cooked meal, home cooked meal
My baby's gonna make me
A home cooked meal

She's shaking beans right out of the can
Bacon sizzles in the fryin' pain
Bacon sizzles in the fryin' pain

She's mashing up potatoes with wiggling beat
Turn up the music, turn up the heat
Turn up the music, turn up the heat

I may be wrong but I'm starting to feel
My baby's gonna make me, make me, make me
A home cooked meal
Home cooked meal, home cooked meal
My baby's gonna make me
A home cooked meal

She's stirring up gravy with a wooden spoon
Smell of beef takes over the room
Smell of beef takes over the room

I peek in the oven and it's starting to brown
My baby winks at me and lets her hair back down
She winks at me, and lets her hair back down

I may be wrong but I feel
My baby's gonna make me
A home cooked meal
Home cooked meal, home cooked meal
My baby's gonna make me
A home cooked meal
Home cooked meal, home cooked meal
My baby's gonna make me
A home cooked meal