Home Cookin by Benyaro Lyrics

After a long day at the office
Where I live the dream
Ain’t nothing beats the moment
When I flee the scene
Limp back home
Catch that scent
My juices start flowing
Mouth pitches a tent

My baby’s home cookin
Smells like home cookin
Ev’rybody loves home cookin
My baby’s home cooking

Sunday fun-day, when the weather
Cooperates like a studious babysitter
Outside’s like a beach
Though it’s 5 below
Can’t never get enough of that sun & snow
I’m aware when it time to go jiggity jig
And get myself back home
To the butter and bread
Provided by the sweet girl
When I cross door
My glass comes down and
My drink gets poured
My baby’s home cookin
Say what?
My baby’s home cookin
Smells like home cookin
Ev’rybody loves home cookin
My baby’s home cookin
I’m like grinnin lookin
At all those things she’s hookin
Ev’rybody loves home cookin’
My baby’s home cookin