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You can serve me a fancy French pate Woo me with the finest créme bruleé Sit me down for tea with the queen I'd rather hang around with Paula Deen Dress me up and show me the town But don't forget what I'm all about You can take me to the ends of the earth Wine and dine me for all that you're worth But please understand That I am what I am And there ain't nothin' like comin' home To biscuits and chicken Love in the kitchen Well I've had my share of Cordon Bleu Surf and turf and Tiramisu But the part of me that can't be denied Wants my biscuit buttered and my chicken fried Dress me up and show me the town But don't forget what I'm all about You can take me to the ends of the earth Wine and dine me for all that you're worth But please understand That I am what I am And there ain't nothin' like comin' home To biscuits and chicken Love in the kitchen I don't need caviar, don't need champagne And I don't care about people who say that I'm just plain 'Cause I wouldn't have it any other way You can take me to the ends of the earth Wine and dine me for all that you're worth But please understand That I am what I am You can take me to the ends of the earth Wine and dine me for all that you!re worth But please understand That I am what I am And there ain't nothin' like comin' home London, Paris, New York or Rome Ain't nothing' like comin' home To biscuits and chicken And love in the kitchen |