paroles de chanson The Kitchen. - Lyric Jones , B.Slade

No things don′t feel the same
Things don't feel the same
No things don′t feel the same
Things don't feel the same
Something sure feels different
No things don't feel the same
Things don′t feel the same (Different, different)

Oooh I can′t find the words to say
And I been trying to behave
I keep reminiscing
Baby come on come on come on come on

Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen

When we did it in the kitchen oh baby
Oh baby it's been so long
Since I′ve had some love from you darling
Yeah
Don't make no sense to me
I′d give you everything
Can I pour you a drink baby

So won't you sip on this Long Island
And then I, and then I won′t you
Won't you won't you
Just jump on my Long Island

I want I want I want I want I want
I want you giving me massages
Baby, you have no idea (I bet I do yes I do)
How much I desire (I bet I do yes I do)
How much I desire

Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen

Darling baby baby baby
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen

I bet I do yes I do (Help me out)
I bet I do yes I do (Help me out)

Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen

So you going down memory lane, huh
Memory lane...
Yeah I do

Baby was that question rhetorical
Or maybe you forgot how my oral felt
War of fedora yeah I remember
My leg twitching
Janet Jackson on the Pandora
I had an earring missing
We broke the China from dinner earlier
Kind of rushing busting slow enough
And you tore it up multiple times in unison
The climax was nearly punitive
Like I′m a fugitive
You had me have it served
By the blender
Told me I sweet no splendor
Yeah babe I remember
Both lips are your agenda
Breathing loud and hard
Your hands up in surrender
Deep like a naval off the sun
Now it′s rather awkward because it hit me
Why I hit the deuces
And what was missing
You day dreaming and reminiscing
Bout border kissing in the kitchen

Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember how you came
When we did it in the kitchen
Do you remember
Yes I remember