Adrian Belew - Complicated Potatoes lyrics

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