From "The Darkest Part Of The Night" (1996)

From “The Darkest Part Of The Night” (1996)

by Bob Malone

My baby’s got me by the appetite
Her good Dixie cookin’s made a faithful man of me
And though her red beans and rice taste twice as nice every night
When I need a midnight snack I say: “baby, put that fryin’ pan back”
Your cookin’s fine but now’s the tine for something better than that

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Gimme some of that southern fried lovin’
Extra greasy and hotter than a Creole barbecue
Gimme some of that southern fried lovin’
Feed me till it hurts and then for dessert
I’ll have another piece of you

I’ll make a play for her ettoufeé
And I can’t wait to see them black-eyed peas starin’ up at me
And though her jambalaya sure is fine, it don’t fill me all the way, I say:
“All them spices can’t compete honey, with your kind of heat”
I’m starved for your affection ‘cause baby, you’re my meat

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