Home Cookin'
What she's lacking in looks,
she ain't lacking in love,
When that girl cooks,
she's a blessing from above,
She's that special kind of girl,
make a heart skip a beat,
Put your head in a whirl,
knock you off your feet,
Put you head over heels,
keep you thinking of,
those home cooked meals,
and her precious lady love.
Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008
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