My Kinda Man Songtext
von Four Bitchin' Babes

Yeah
Oh, oh, mmm

He′s the one for me
He's not your average guy
Doesn′t come on too strong (douce)
But you wouldn't call him shy
He's good at his job
And real good lookin′
But best part of all is
He really likes cookin′

So give him a pot
Or toss him a pan
Caviar and quail (Yeah)
Or green eggs and ham
He can whip up a meal
Julia Childs is a fan

He likes cookin' dinner
And he′s my kinda man


Ough!
Starred up, baby
Mhm-mmm

I knew from my first bite
Of his chicken croquette (Woah-woah)
And his smoked salmon
Goat cheese omelet
He'd be my honey pie
I′d be his crepe suzette
And wed saute together into the sunset

So give him a pot
Or toss him a pan
Caviar and quail
Or green eggs and ham
His gaspachos got macho
He's got flair with a flan and

He likes cookin′ dinner
And he's my kinda man

'Till
Ough!

Hawgh!


I knew our romance
Was gastronomically fated
His culinary skills are five-star rated
Im a Capricorn
He is a Pisces
I do the shopping
He chops and disces

His key lime pie
Unlocked the door to my heart
I told him
Honey, you′re my Cuisinart
His pesto has zesto
There′s soul in his souffle
He even did the catering on our wedding day

So give him a pot
Or toss him a pan
Caviar and quail
Or green eggs and ham
He does it Szechuan
He does it Hunan
He does it tofu
He does it with bran
He's my very own personal
Food plan

He likes cookin′ dinner
And he's my kinda man

Ow, ow
(Mmm-mmm) Dinner is served
(Mmm-mmm)

Ough, yaikes
Starred up, baby

He likes cookin′ dinner
He likes cookin' dinner (Yeah, yeah)
Cook the dinner (Ha, ha, ha), yeah, honey
Cookin′ dinner (My kind of man)
Bring that tissue, come here (My kind of man)
(My kind of man) Come here, oh, is he cookin' at

(My kind of man)
(My kind of man) Oh, oh, oh, oh!
(My kind of man) Starred up, starred up!
(My kind of man) Ough!
(My kind of man)
(My kind of man)
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)