Chorus
You’re a pressure cooker
You’re a pressure cooker
You’re a good looker
You’re a pressure cooker
(Repeat)

You cook the meat right off the bone
You leave a stain on the telephone
I like the way you clamp it down
I’m the luckiest boy in town
Pig’s feet or turkey wings
Hog maw’s and all those things
Ain’t nothing like a soul food stew
Ain’t nothing in the world like you

Chorus

You clamped it down the other night
You started cooking and it got so tight
I felt my head fill with steam
I felt like I had to scream
I sit and stew and start to boil
You are my favorite girl
You make my car drive off the road
You make me feel like I’m going to explode

Chorus

You make my coffee smell like dirt
You make my toenails hurt
You do my laundry with a 40 ounce
And soften fabric with a sheet of bounce
You give me scales up and down my skin
You make my losing Lotto tickets win
There ain’t nothing in the world like you
There ain’t nothing in the world like you

Chorus

All Lyrics written by Chris Codish
All Lyrics are copywritten and published by Little Fortissimo Music BMI