A fat man like me   Can never bother with tea or brie   I must go right to the main source   And wolf it down like a rhinoceros   But a woman like her   Can tease me with a warm hors d'ouevre   She slices and dices nicely   Which has a way of enticing me   Armed with an apron and spatula   She is a post-modern goddess of love   So why does she feed me pate`   When she knows what I'm gonna say      Complicated potatoes again?    Complicated potatoes      She spices her icings precisely   Arousing me aromatically   I had a recent rhinoscopy   So I could smell every recipe   Still she leaves me on pre-heat   When she knows that I love to eat      Complicated potatoes again   Complicated potatoes