No Cryin' in the Kitchen

Oooh
Baby, there's a special place I want to take you to
Oooh
And make all your culinary dreams come true 

They say the way to your heart 
Runs through your tummy tum tum
And if I ever hope to win ya
Got to make you say yummy yum yum

'Cause I know you want something
Maybe you've never ever seen
And I'll be holding back the tears
If you don't lick my plate clean

'Cause there ain't no cryin'
Cryin' in the kitchen
Yes and I'll be cryin'
If I don't fulfill my mission

Yeah I'll feel like cryin' 
If you say, “you're not delicious”
But there's no cryin'
Cryin' in the kitchen

I got a basket full of secrets
To make some magic in your mouth
My cuisine is going global baby
Coming east, west, north, and south

Get my mirepoix at the ready
At the apex of my game
Then I turn 'round for a moment
And it all goes up in flames

Now I feel like cryin'
Cryin' in the kitchen 
Wanna cry cry cry
When my beurre blanc reached ignition

Now I feel like cryin'
'Cause my dish don't look so bitchin'
But there ain't no cryin'
Cryin' in the kitchen

Yeah, I could have been chopped! (Chopped!)
In the very first round
You took a little nibble 
Then you stared me right down

Chopped! (Chopped!)
I just don't understand
Was it too much salt?
Or was the flavor too bland?

I could have been chopped! (Chopped!)
In the second round 
It's not that I over-seasoned
But my knife skills were unsound

Because I cut myself 
And I had to slow down
And by the fickle hand of fate
I left an ingredient off the plate

Nobody wants to hear no boo hoo hooin'
(No boo hoooo)
This ain't the place for boo hoo hooin'
Don't wanna hear it comin' out the kitchen

Don't wanna hear no boo hoo hoo hoo
No boo hoooo
Don't be boo hooin' now
Don't need to hear it comin' out the kitchen

I still feel like cryin'
Cryin' in the kitchen
And I know I'll be cryin' 
If I don't fulfill my mission

I know I'm gonna feel like cryin'
If you say "I'm not delicious"
Then you'll find me cryin' 
Cryin' in the kitchen

Hey, don't wanna be chopped (Chopped!)
In the very last round
Pick up your fork baby
And don't put it down

Don't wanna be chopped (Chopped!) 
I gotta hold back my snuffle
Please don't turn up your nose 
At my love truffle 

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