歌词
(Verse 1)
In my kitchen, pots and pans collide,
Cookin' up a storm, tears I can't hide.
He's out there livin', while I'm stuck here alone,
But in this kitchen, I make this house a home.
(Chorus)
I'm cookin' up love, with every dish I make,
Hoping it'll heal, this heartache.
But when he walks through that door,
He's met with more than just dinner, it's love galore.
(Verse 2)
Every recipe, a silent plea,
To keep him here, to make him see.
But he's got wandering eyes, and a restless soul,
And in this kitchen, I'm losin' control.
(Chorus)
I'm cookin' up love, with every dish I make,
Hoping it'll heal, this heartache.
But when he walks through that door,
He's met with more than just dinner, it's love galore.
(Bridge)
I stir and I simmer, but he's still out there,
With every meal, I try to repair.
But love ain't a potion, you can stir in a pot,
And in this kitchen, I'm slowly forgot.
(Chorus)
I'm cookin' up love, with every dish I make,
Hoping it'll heal, this heartache.
But when he walks through that door,
He's met with more than just dinner, it's love galore.
(Outro)
In this kitchen, I'll stay, with my pots and my pans,
Hoping one day, he'll understand.
But until then, I'll cook and I'll bake,
In this kitchen, my heartache I'll
(Verse 1)
In my kitchen, pots and pans collide,
Cookin' up a storm, tears I can't hide.
He's out there livin', while I'm stuck here alone,
But in this kitchen, I make this house a home.
(Chorus)
I'm cookin' up love, with every dish I make,
Hoping it'll heal, this heartache.
But when he walks through that door,
He's met with more than just dinner, it's love galore.
(Verse 2)
Every recipe, a silent plea,
To keep him here, to make him see.
But he's got wandering eyes, and a restless soul,
And in this kitchen, I'm losin' control.
(Chorus)
I'm cookin' up love, with every dish I make,
Hoping it'll heal, this heartache.
But when he walks through that door,
He's met with more than just dinner, it's love galore.
(Bridge)
I stir and I simmer, but he's still out there,
With every meal, I try to repair.
But love ain't a potion, you can stir in a pot,
And in this kitchen, I'm slowly forgot.
(Chorus)
I'm cookin' up love, with every dish I make,
Hoping it'll heal, this heartache.
But when he walks through that door,
He's met with more than just dinner, it's love galore.
(Outro)
In this kitchen, I'll stay, with my pots and my pans,
Hoping one day, he'll understand.
But until then, I'll cook and I'll bake,
In this kitchen, my heartache
