Amanda Strydom The Cooking Channel
You broke my heart like an egg, she said
He lust smiled as he watched it flow
Twixt butter and a dollop of cream
Like the chefs on that TV show
He stirred it with salt and a sprinkling of parsley
He made it smell so good
Her heart swirled in batter, there was no way out
She was top of the menu - soul food
And the patrons applauded his masterpiece
They ordered more and more
Didn't know that her heart was the secret ingredient
And the cat got his share from the floor
The cat got his share from the floor
Mary oons later she hatched her own egg
A boy child, the moon in his eyes
She loved him like summer, autumn and spring
And built him a loft with a view to the sky
A loft filled with teddies and fairies and light
a skylight to see every star
She danced with joy as she sang him to sleep
And God nodded and smiled from afar
What wicked brew does man concoct
And force one to the tasting
The answer is quite simple
The proof is in the basting
Now she shows them how to break eggs
They break eggs as she tells them N
o egg will e-r break
Without the spell she puts upon them
No-one will hold her captive
No-one will ever dare
To show her how to break an egg
Cause they know that she's been there
What wicked brew does man concoct
And force one to the tasting
The answer is quite simple -
The proof is in the basting
