Four Bitchin Babes – My Kinda Man lyrics

Hes the one for me,
hes not your average guy
Doesnt come on too strong,
but you wouldnt call him shy
Hes good at his job and he's real good lookin
But the best part of all,
is he really likes cookin?
Yeah, give him a pot, or toss him a pan
Caviar and quail 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

I knew from my first bite of his chicken croquette
And his smoked salmon, goat cheese omelet
He'd be my honey pie, Id be his crepe suzette
And wed saute together into the sunset

Yeah, 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
He likes cookin dinner,
and he's my kinda man

I knew our romance was gastronomically fated
His culinary skills are five-star rated
I'm a Capricorn, he is a Pisces
I do the shopping; he chops and disces

His key lime pie unlocked the door to my heart
Itold him, ?Honey, youre my Cuisinart?
His pesto has zesto, theres soul in his souffle
He even did the catering on our wedding day

Yeah, 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
Hes my very own personal Ö food plan
He likes cookin? dinner,
and hes my kinda man