In the lake where the basket floats
Where the wine keeps the skin soft
There is positively no man in the kitchen
Slapped the hand of my younger brother
Pulling apples from your magic cupboards
In the time it takes to set
The sweetness and the sweet of heart
I felt sick, she stroked my hair
I was asleep, asleep in the kitchen
The beater was licked before the rules were set
Wake up in love and go to sleep with warm bread
Pulling fingers through the warmest butter
Reading recipes with grade school stutters
