Lyrics by Amanamaker (2024), music, vocals and art by Udio.
When the food on the TV and the female chef cooking it look good enough to eat. Feel the heat rise.
Lyrics
Flick on the screen, there you stand in your apron tight (Got me feelin' restless)
Chopping herbs, but oh girl, you've whet my appetite (Unleash my wild side)
I wanna unwrap the way you put it all together. (It seems unseemly)
Whisk it up, you stir it right (Hot and steamy)
And, baby, we'll be mixin' 'til the mornin' (Gettin' saucy, whoa)
Glazed looks and buttery smiles (Melting butter)
Maybe we can blend just like these flavors
Getting spicy, feel the heat rise (Oh, whoa)
Heat rise
Turn the burner on, let's simmer down (Simmer down)
Whisper dirty secrets with that sizzle sound (Sizzle sound)
Rolling boil to a gentle tease (Gentle tease)
A pinch of lust, oh yes, sprinkle it please
When I'm mixing you I love the way you squeeze
Heat rise
Heat rise
[Bridge]
In the kitchen or the bedroom, tell me what you wanna do
Mix it in, fold it slow, that’s how it goes (Stir it, stir it)
Steamy scenes before the oven doors (Getting hot now)
Whip it, whip it, till it peaks so high (So enticing)
Feed that hunger in your tempting eyes
Heat rise
Lick the spoon and savor every taste (Ahh, uh)
What we’re cookin' can't afford to waste (Oh, oh, oh)
Spicy tamales, tantalizing (Sweaty and ready)
Guessing all the things you do when you're alone (Chop it up, whoa)
Toss the salad, undress it wild (Drizzle slowly)
Head rise
Look at the steam coming right off of that thing
Girl I like your culinary sideways grin.
[Bridge]
Your kitchen tight tease has got me blown
Baste the turkey, let it juice up (All Juicy, whoa)
Roll out your dough, needin' your touch (while you fondle my meat balls)
With every press, I yearn for your clutch (Come knead me, whoa)
A little spice, a moan, a shiver (Feeling tasty)
Heat rise
We're the chefs and the feast, as we quiver
Stir our passion, it's boiling over (Boiling love)
We just cooked up something with no plans (afternoon delight)
Caught my breath, in sweet afterglow (We're both trembling)
Need a smoke, to calm my nerves after such a nut (A real Lucky Strike slut)
Head cooling.
(startin' to droop)
But I think if you give me just 30 minutes of eating box lunch
I got the hunch.
I'll be ready for more!
Ohhhh, oooo, ah, ah, yeah, ah, ah,
Cook me haaaaaaardeerrr!