You're My Meat

Outside in and inside out you're my meat

Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat

From your feet to your head you knock me dead, you're my meat

I got you covered but baby, you're my meat

In the days of old when knights were bold

They were pious and modest I'm told

Can't you see that couldn't be me

I'd have to talk about your yams and your big fat hams

It excites me so because I know you're my meat

Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat

In the days of old when knights were bold

They were pious and modest I'm told

Can't you see that couldn't be me

I'd have to talk about your yams and your big fat hams

It excites me so because I know you're my meat

Fat and forty but lordy you're my meat

Fat and forty but lordy lordy . . . you're my meat