Home Cookin'

I need home, home cookin', yeah
I need home, home cookin', yeahIt's said, a woman's place is in the kitchen
But in the kitchen you are a flop
Them meals that you been fixin'
They ain't nothin' but yesterday's slopAn I like yo' wiggly walk
I like yo', baby talk, yeah
You're neat the way you look
But you ain't nothin' if you can't cookI need home, home cookin', yeah
I need home, home cookin', yeahHot, I sweat all day
I rush back home to see what you cookin'
Your beans are burned, you've ruined my place
And in the mirror I find you lookin'Now I like sweet candied yams
And I like homemade ham-hocks
Instead of study, how you look
You oughta study yo' mama's cookbookIf you want a soul man
Get to rattlin', them pots and pansI need home, home cookin'
I need home, home cookin'YeahHot gravy, that pot roast
That pickled beets and sugared toastI like yo' wiggly walk, yeah
An I like yo' way a talkin'
And you look neat the way you look
But you ain't nothin' if you can't cookI need home, home cookin'
I'm in the mood for soul foodI said, home, home cookin'