Beans And Rice Wife
I don’t know what it means to have
A lover in my life
I don’t know what it’s like to taste
Their sugar and their spice
I don’t know how to give and take
I don’t know how to splice
I don’t know anything but the
True meaning of “on ice”
But if I had an inkling of
Something that I’d call nice
Or anyone comforting as
Hot bowl of beans and rice
Then I would open up my soul
Display it to your knife
So you could fillet pieces off
And savour tastes as wife
