Intro - Rhodes vamp, a low bass groove, soft hatsStir it slow, love... we're in no hurry tonight...Verse 1 - fat funky bass, silky wah guitarThe garlic's singing in the shallow panyou steal a taste the way you always canThe coffee's on for after, dark and lowthe kitchen full of steam and radioYou brush against me reaching for the wineand every little bump feels like a signPre-Chorus - horns breathe, bass groovesAnd cooking for two just makes the evening move so slowChorus - full band, playful and warmStir it slow, o-ma-ne-otwo hungry hearts in the burner's glowyour spoon, my hands, and the taste of goldomaneo, you're the finest thing I holdVerse 2 - clavinet groove, guitar answersA pinch of salt, a kiss between the platesthe kind of evening nobody rehearse or ratesYou feed me sauce from off a wooden spoonwe dance around the little kitchen moonThe wine goes down, the supper takes its timethere's nothing sweeter than this slow-cooked rhymeChorus - full band, playful and warmStir it slow, o-ma-ne-otwo hungry hearts in the burner's glowyour spoon, my hands, and the taste of goldomaneo, you're the finest thing I holdBridge - groove opens, horns lifto-ma-ne-o... flour on your cheekthe kind of love that doesn't need to speakyour hip against the counter, wine and steamwe're cooking up the slowest sweetest dreamVerse 3 - Rhodes shimmer, bass softensWe plate it up and let the candles lowtwo forks, one bowl, and nowhere else to goThe coffee waits for later, dark and truethe finest supper is the one for twoOutro - Rhodes vamp fadesStir it slow, o-ma-ne-o...stay with me where the warm suppers go...

Funk

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