Yes I am a cook, a cook without a kitchen
Look my knives are sharp, enjoy them as they glisten
Sharper than your stare, slicing me in two
Oh, come on get over here
My trusty book of love is filled with reservations
Come and take a look, I’ve made some alterations
The table with the view, it’s for us you see
We’re paying the window tax
Normally I dine alone but for you I’ll make an exception
I lit the candles, turned off my phone
And I’ve squared it with reception
That they’ll book us both a taxi home
Hear the oysters taste the music baby
Listen to the mascarpone
Will you eat that or just use it to seduce me out of my cologne
Yes you are the chef, you’re cheffing me real crazy
No I am not deaf, though hearing sense I may be
Yes I’m desperately smitten, you have me on my ASS
Baby I’m mise en place
Normally I dine alone but for you I’ll make an exception
I lit the candles, turned off my phone
And I’ve squared it with reception that
They’ll book us both a taxi home
Hear the oysters taste the music baby
Listen to the mascarpone
Will you eat that or just use it to seduce me out of my cologne
Receptions on the phone
They’re chatting on the phone
They’re putting down the phone