Cook for me,
put things in the ***
that make my tongue go
Hello Dolly!
Rock ‘n’ roll flavours
savoury sweet and acid hot
so lips smack and I get lost
It’s not the quantity that counts
just the beguiling intensity
of spice blends, herbs
and the nerve to let the metal smoke
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 11:43 AM UTC
Cook for me,
put things in the ***
that make my tongue go
Hello Dolly!
Rock ‘n’ roll flavours
savoury sweet and acid hot
so lips smack and I get lost
It’s not the quantity that counts
just the beguiling intensity
of spice blends, herbs
and the nerve to let the metal smoke
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