The Kitchen Song

Текст песни Dean Brody - The Kitchen Song

Waking up with you to the morning sun
Coffee maker dripping birds singing their songs
An August breeze tugging at the drapes
Sprinkler going round on a backyard swing

It's been too long
Since we both had a lazy Saturday off
So we'll be out
Baking naked in the kitchen to old Van Morrison songs
And I'll kiss your neck
Rub your pretty toes
Cook you blueberry pancakes girl
And dust flour on your nose
We'll be baking in the kitchen
Whoa yeah

I'll chase you round the island, catch you in my arms
I hope the neighbors sleep in with us carrying on
I love it when your hair's a tangled mess
And how your company puts me at rest

It's been too long
Since we both had a lazy Saturday off
So we'll be out
Baking naked in the kitchen to old Van Morrison songs
And I'll kiss your neck
Rub your pretty toes
Cook you blueberry pancakes girl
And dust flour on your nose
We'll be baking in the kitchen
Whoa yeah

It's been too long
Since we both had a lazy Saturday off
So we'll be out
Baking naked in the kitchen to old Van Morrison songs
And I'll kiss your neck
Rub your pretty toes
Cook you blueberry pancakes girl
And dust flour on your nose
We'll be baking in the kitchen
Whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Whoa yeah