Cordon Blues Lyrics

I got the cordon blues
I just can't cook for my guy
I got the cordon blues
He don't taste my honey pie

He says there's too much sugar in a tea
I pray one day I'll find that recipe

It's true, I got the cordon blues
My oven won't stay alive all night
I got the cordon blues
Now my baby lost his appetite

I wanna stove you up
And make your steam rise high, high, high, high
You know I'll be your slave
But you'll never be satisfied

I need some jelly in my roll
I need some hot sauce on my chips
Won't cha dip your doughnuts in my bowl
I wanna lick your fingertips

[blues guitar solo]

I need some jelly in my roll
I need some. on my chips
I wanna dip my doughnuts in your bowl
So I can lick your fingertips

Whoa oh oh, the cordon blues
I just can't cook for my guy
I'm telling you I got the cordon blues
You won't taste my honey pie

After dinner, his desserts in
For a tastier type of dish
You know I'm too many cooks
Can given his every little wish