Man-made
Sitting in this trailer park tonight
Still basking in the memory of that glorious fight
It hit me when she stepped into the ring
Floating like a butterfly and I still feel the sting
CHORUS
I got it bad for an Arm Wrestling Woman
I'm going mad for an arm wrestling girl
I gotta steel my courage lay it on the line
But I got to make her mine
She gently puts her elbow on the block
She's ninety per cent Joan of Arc and ten per cent jock
She works the crowd she knows New York's her town
Gets that twinkle in her eye
Food For Thought
Milk and honey
Your lips are milk and honey oh oh
Overflowing
You get my juices going
Sweet and tasty
Your love is sweet and tasty oh oh
Skin so creamy
Your body's soft and dreamy
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Filling me up with your love
I can't control my hands
Champagne kisses
You give me champagne kisses oh oh
Cool my passion
Slow down my fast reaction
Hot and spicy
Your love is hot and spicy oh oh
Something's burning
Down in your life I'm turning
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Filling me up with your love
I can't control my hands
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Oh don't let me down
I'll starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Starve without your love
Something's cooking
I know that something's cooking oh oh
In your kitchen
I feel my hunger rising
So feed my senses
Come on and feed my senses oh oh
I'm not starving
I need a second helping
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Filling me up with your love
I can't control my hands
Food for thought
You give me food for thought
Oh don't let me down
I'll starve without your love