Used to My Cooking

You’re the best little kitchen dancer
If I do say so myself
In your arms there’s a million stories
Someday I’m gonna love to tell
I put too much salt in the gravy
and I think I might’ve burnt the ham
Butcha better get used to my cooking, darlin’
If you’re gonna be my man

I’ll be the sugar in your mornin’ coffee
The kiss on your cheek in the mirror
This fog of love that’s around us
Has got me seeing things a whole lot clearer
When you tell me I’m your angel
I see heaven in a whole new light
You better get used to my cooking,
Cause I ain’t letting you outta my sight

You better get used to the thought of me lovin' on you forever
You better get used to the pieces of your heart puzzle gettin’ put back together
We’ll plant some seeds, pick some weeds, and watch our garden grow
Our recipe for makin’ love, we’ll just make up as we go

Promises are kinda like dishes
They get broken a time or two
And if you’re like me, you’ve had dreams
That didn’t end up coming true
But this hunger that I feel for ya
Ain’t ever gonna go away
You better get used to my cooking
mmm, cause honey, I’m here to stay

You better get used to the thought of me lovin' on you forever
You better get used to the pieces of your heart puzzle gettin’ put back together
We’ll plant some seeds, pick some weeds, and watch our garden grow
Our recipe for makin’ love, we’ll just make up as we go

You’re the best little kitchen dancer
If I do say so myself
In your arms there’s a million stories
Someday I’m gonna love to tell
I put too much salt in the gravy
and I think I might’ve burnt the ham
Butcha better get used to my cooking, darlin’
Cause you’re always gonna be my man
Yeah you better get used to my cooking
Cause I ain’t never letting go of your hand