Eggplant — текст песни (Franks Michael)

Eggplant
Michael Franks
From: The Art of Tea
Whenever I explore the land of Yen
I always take one on the chin
And now this lioness has almost made me tame.
I can`t pronounce her name but Eggplant is her game.

The lady sticks to me like white on rice.
She never cooks the same way twice.
Maybe it`s the mushrooms. Maybe the tomatoes.
I can`t reveal her name but Eggplant is her game.

When my baby cooks her Eggplant,
She don`t read no book.
She`s got a Giocanna kinda of dirty look

And my baby cooks her Eggplant,
Bout 19 different ways.
Sometimes I just have it raw with Mayonnaise.

-break-

Maybe its the way she grates her cheese,
Or just the freckles on her knees.
Maybe its the scallions. Maybe she`s Italian.
I can`t reveal her name but Eggplant is her game.

When my baby cooks her Eggplant,
She don`t read no book.
She`s got a Giocanna kinda of dirty look.

And my baby cooks her Eggplant,
Bout 19 different ways.
Sometimes I just have it raw with Mayonnaise.