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I met a man last night, people he was just my size (x 2)
I taken him home with me, to bake my cakes and pies
He's a kitchen mechanic, and he makes my biscuits rise (x 2)
He use the best bakin' powder, and his biscuit's just my size
That man makes my bread rise, [way] late hours of the night (x 2)
The kind of bread he serves me, I swear is out of sight
People people, I found my type of man at last (x 2)
And he's just my size, and he ain't too doggone fast
He don't run around with women, he don't ride in taxi cabs (x 2)
And he treats me better, than the man I used to have