Fallin hard on the floor
Get the boys because it's ready to poor
I don't care what god you love
As long as you don't smoke that crazy stuff
The chicks are full of freezer burn
The ice creams melted in the stove
The radio hums a crazy song
I've been waiting for the cook
To cook me some love
Where's the cook
Where's the cook
He got to cook me some love
The cook, the cook, I need love
The can of corn is emptied out
I ain't the joker with the broken spout
The girl next door is almost nude
She needs to check out, from the football dude
Where's the cook
Where's the cook
He got to cook me some love
The cook, the cook, I need love
Love, Love, who needs love, hey
Love, love, who needs love, you
Love, love, who needs love, me
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