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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

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