| Here you are cryin' your eyes out
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| 'Cause you think I’m doin' you wrong
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| But you just don’t know, baby
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| Ooh, dry your eyes, 'cause we got
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| The perfect recipe for love
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| And I can’t let go, baby
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| Ooh, appetizers just won’t do
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| And I know that the main course is you
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| There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin'
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| And only you can please this hungry man
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| There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin'
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| Nobody makes it quite like you can
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| Don’t you let nobody tell you
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| That your love is on the menu
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| 'Cause they’re much too late, baby
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| Ooh, now that I know what I want
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| I don’t need no menu, 'cause it’s you
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| And you’re just my taste, baby
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| Ooh, I don’t need no gourmet dish
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| All I want is your tender kiss
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| There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin'
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| Go take that apron off and I’ll show you why
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| There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin'
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| Just keep on doin' what you’re doin'
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| And I’ll be satisfied
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| I’m not playin' around, 'cause I found
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| (There ain’t nothin' like homemade love)
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| Each and every day, I’m here to say
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| (There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin')
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| I’m not playin' around, 'cause I found
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| (There ain’t nothin' like homemade love)
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| Each and every day, I’m here to say
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| (There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin')
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| Don’t you let nobody tell you
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| That your love is on the menu
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| 'Cause they’re much too late, baby
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| Ooh, now that I know what I want
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| I don’t need no menu, 'cause it’s you, girl
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| And you’re just my taste, baby
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| Hey, turn the fire up a little bit higher
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| I want it hot to feel my desire
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| There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin'
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| And only you can please this hungry man
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| There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin'
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| Nobody makes it quite like you can
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| Whoo-ooh…
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| There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin'
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| Give it to me nice and hot now, baby
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| There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin'
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| Only you can please this hungry man
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| Whoo, there ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin'
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| Just keep on doin' what you’re doin'
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| And I gonna understand
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| There ain’t nothin' like homemade lovin'… |