Sangtekst: Spilt Milk. Other. Good Gravy.

If I broke down and told you that I wanted hold, would you let me, would you let me? Would you let me?

Let hot butter scold you, I gently unfold you. Come and get me, Come and get me.

So come on baby, it's driving me crazy. Sop up my gravy with your love biscuit

Deep in your oven, the recipe for sweet lovin. And if that biscuit don't cook, I'll eat it raw. It's got me going crazy when you sop up my good gravy

Your biscuit, my gravy. The thought it enslaves me, I'm so hungry I'm so horny