Apparently, and this is a real shock to me and my broken, lyrically challenged ears, but Sheryl Crowe is not teasing us with tantalizing details about "the first bite of chorizo".
No, poppets, I'm not kidding here. Would I kid about something like this?
Also? "Sweet woman, cook for me. The eggs are almost done. All we need is just a little bacon". Yeah, evidently, those are not the words to... oh, you know what? A prize to whomever can name the song I just messed up.
More later, poppets. I promise.
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