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Hotplate

flames burning, steam rising, my appetite grows hot.
and she know i'm itching' to see what's inside those pots.
we come around 'bout a quarter to three, can't keep a good man from his afternoon feed.
best bring your manners or you won't get served.
"what's cooking?" it's up to her! hotplate-served with a smile.
hotplate, she likes it all the while.
soup's on, there's no denial in the oven of my desire.
what's on the table is what i need, but it's still on the fire.
we come around 'bout a quarter to five, we've come to satisfy our appetites.
best bring your manners or you won't get served.


"what about desertà" it's up to her! when you need a hotplate, here's where we go, twenty four hours she's never closed.
chinese, japanese, mexican, thaiwanese; she found the way to bring me down to my knees, mexican, italian, mexican, cajun; better say thank you, and always say please.
hotplate-served with a smile.
hotplate, she likes it all the while.
hotplate-served with a smile.
hotplate, down home style.
they say the pretty girls can't make no eats- well look at mine, she can't be beat.
everybody tries to tear us apart 'cause she knows a man's stomach is the way to his heart.
don't come around 'bout a quarter to nine, 'cause when the food's all gone, the girl's still mine.
don't come around a quarter to ten, cause when the party's over, the fun begins!