Linda McCartney - Cook Of The House | Текст песни

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Ground rice, sugar, vinegar, seco salt, macaroni too,
Cook of the house,
I'm the cook of the house.
No matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of the house,
Cook of the house.

The salads in the bowl,
The rice is on the stove.
Green beans in the colander and where the resy is heaven only knows.

Cinnamon, garlic, salt, pepper, corn-bread, curry powder, coffee too,
Cook of the house,
I'm the cook of the house.

No, matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best.
Cause I'm the cook of the house,
Cook of the house.

Where the rest is heaven only knows.

No matter where I serve my guests,
They seem to like the kitchen best cause I'm the cook of the house.
Cook of the house,
Cook of the house,
I'm the cook of the house.

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