Lyrics
IF YOU COOK THE WAY YOU WALK
By Ellen Griffith, Copyright 2000
Baby, when you walk on by, I think sweet potato pie,
Got that tasty file trot. I see gumbo in the pot,
All that good taste goin' on, cayenne, garlic, parmesan,
Hey, now baby, walk this way, let me be your etouffee.
If you cook the way you walk, I'll get the skillet down,
You shake the pepper, I'll shake the salt,
We'll stir the roux around.
Hey, babe. Yeah, baby. Keep the fire hot,
It ain't where ya from, it's where ya at,
And lots of pepper in the pot.
See you steppin' down the street, on those jalepeno feet,
Baby when you walk that walk, I hear jambalaya talk,
Got that fine Tabasco strut, tell me, can I make the cut?
Hey, now baby, let me be the hot sauce in your recipe.
If you cook the way you walk, I'll bring the cookin' wine,
You boil the crawfish, I'll shuck the corn,
And we'll be feastin' fine.
Hey, babe. Yeah, baby. Keep the fire hot,
It ain't where ya from, it's where ya at,
And lots of pepper in the pot.
When you saunter down the street, all things sweet and savory meet,
Look so tasty walkin' on. The pepper in my court bullion,
Come on baby, you and me, we'll cook up a jamboree,
In your kitchen, feelin' fine and nippin' from the cookin' wine.
If you cook the way you walk, I'll get the bacon grease,
You chop the onions, I'll chop the chard,
We'll have a midnight feast.
Hey, babe. Yeah, baby. Keep the fire hot,
It ain't where ya from, it's where ya at,
And lots of pepper in the pot.
If you cook the way you walk, I'll bring the mixin' bowl,
You make the gravy, I'll stir the grits,
Well let the good times roll.
Hey, babe. Yeah, baby. Keep the fire hot,
It ain't where ya from, it's where ya at,
And lots of pepper in the pot.
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