[Verse 1] Hey there, Dina, what’s it like in my galley? I got sausage on the skillet and my thoughts are gettin’ rally You’re the flame— That gets my broth to boil and bubble shame You taste the same… Hey there, Dina, pass that oil, don’t be bashful You know apron strings and nothin’ else should really be the fashion Spank the dough— You like it hot, you like it slow Now let’s go pro… ⸻ [Chorus] Oh, we’re stirrin’ somethin’ wicked, Dina Turn up the heat and get between-a The fridge and stove, you got me bent Like pasta dough that’s heaven-sent Oh, what we do with eggs and cream Would shut down Food Network streams There Dina, you’re obscene— And my cuisine. ⸻ [Verse 2] Hey there, Dina, don’t pretend that’s just linguini You been suckin’ on my spatula like it’s a damn martini Chop that chive— You got me kneading just to stay alive You dirty wife. Hey there, Dina, now we’re rollin’ in the butter You whisper ‘soufflé’ in my ear and I just start to stutter Kneel and taste— What rises fast and fills your waist Don’t let it waste… ⸻ [Chorus] Oh, we’re spreadin’ something filthy, Dina Floured floors and bite mark fienas You lick the ladle, slap the pan Say grace and straddle like you’re banned Your secret spice is pure and bold I’ll baste you till my sauce turns gold There Dina, you’re on hold— In every fold. ⸻ [Bridge] A thousand dirty dinners can’t compare to what we do When I toss your salad sideways with that honey barbecue We’re obscene, it’s gourmet porn I’m the chef and you’re reborn In whipped cream storms. ⸻ [Final Chorus] Oh, we’re bakin’ more than brownies, Dina The safe word’s hidden in the steamer We sauté sins and marinate Then frost it all with heavy weight It’s kitchen sin, it’s deep and raw And baby, I don’t need a law— There Dina, drop your jaw… And taste it all.
