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1

Table not set.

Stove cold Scentless, 

Round sink Not even wet.

Chairs them Push in til

Thin Air Cant Even ge-t thru,

To You the  fact that 


(CHORUS)

I am in Love with 

Your Dinner Woman.

Fla-me bé the

Late Dinner Woman.

It is Time for You 

Set the Plate,

Unless Tables Turned.

My Dinner Woman 

Free Your worries I Stare a 

Lit Candle Lip Reading 

That Din-ner Is Woman 

And I’ll Pull out the Chairs.


2

With a bit  of Lip 

The Grace said of.

In I little brief

I pray light it up.

With a Bit of With

Warm Licks of Love.

Tongue tips of Cold 

Ice Cool Whip my Love.

And with a chick-in grip I’ll 

Eat It up then You will see

Just  what I’m made 

Of As I’ll open up


(CHORUS)

I am in Love with 

Your Dinner Woman.

Fla-me bé Chick

In Dinner Woman.

It is Time for You 

To set the Plate,

Unless Tables Turned.

My Dinner Woman.

Free your worries I Stare a

Lit Candle Lip reading 

That Dinner You Woman 

And I’ll Pull out the Chairs.


3

I won’t over Salt Nothing 

needing to  See in something 

to Put Mi pepper in I can’t 

believe The Under Wares Thick 

Air cant even get thru.

Table not set.

Stove cold Scentless, 

Round sink Not even wet.

Chairs them Push in til

Thin Air Cant Even ge-t thru,

To You the  fact that 


(CHORUS)

I am in Love with 

Your Dinner Woman.

Fla-me bé the

Late Dinner Woman.

You set the Plate,

Unless Tables Turn.

It is Time for 

My Dinner Woman.

Free your worries I

Stare as a lit Candle 


Record 69

Musical chairs.

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