Soul Food

Oh Yeah!
Boy take me home to meet your mother
Do I sense your ill at ease
Is my skin the wrong color
Do I have some strange disease
Take me home to meet you father
Ain't I what he had in mind
Baby I'm somebody's daughter
Wish this world was colored blind
Am I too raw, am I too crude
You know baby I'm your soul food
Am I too raw, am I too crude
You know baby I'm your, baby I'm your soul food
With me you'll never be hungry
Grand Ma taught me how to cook
I know all the right spices
I don't go by the book
Last night you had me on the table
A wild look in your eyes
Ready willing and able, oh yeah!
To woolf down every single bite
Am I too raw, am I too crude
You know baby I'm your soul food
Am I too raw, am I too crude
You know baby I'm your, baby I'm your soul food
Take me how to meet your father
Ain't I what he had in mind
Baby I'm somebody's daughter
Wish this world was colored blind
Am I too raw, am I too crude
You know baby I'm your soul food
Am I too raw, am I too crude
You know baby I'm your soul food
Am I too raw, am I too crude
You know baby I'm your soul food
Am I too raw, am I too crude
You know baby I'm your, baby I'm your soul food



Credits
Writer(s): Billy Steinberg, Rick Nowels, Laura Mayne
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