Cooking Class
You got me you got me baby
You got me, and I am your lady
You got me eating out of your hand;
I am your number one fan
You know, I am your lady;
And I've been working hard
I've been working all day
Your the reason why I do it this way
Hey hey hey hey I am your lady
Hey hey I am your lady
When I get home , I'll see to you ;
I am in those high heels, those sexy shoes
When I get home, I'll see to you
In a diva dress serving you top table Eton's mess food
I've been cooking on gas , turning up the heat
Oh yer baby I'm ready to eat;
When I get home , I"ll see to you
I am wearing those high heels and sexy shoes
You know, what I'm gonna do?
I am gonna take you to our favourite dining room
Gonna get down to The Groove
Serving you the way you like me to
When I get home , I'll see to you ;
I am in those high heels, those sexy shoes
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2024
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