Chitlins & Greens


Your love is like cooking a pot of chitlins and greens,
long and slow but good and clean.

Cleaning both meat and greens, when it’s finished,
it’s a southern cuisine.

Cooking the pot of stinking meat, remind me of your feet.
One more thing is for sure, you know my love is pure.

When I add the vinegar and the salt, it will boil like beer malt.
Don’t worry I will be your dessert, of course I’m your flirt.

After your meal, you can count on this deal.
Get ready to remove those jeans, after you eat my hot chittlins and greens.

-Veda

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