"From The Fryin' Pan" lyrics

Front porch a-swinging, cussing the mosquitos
Watching you pulling them clothes off the line
Singing and a-winking, you got me thinking
Must be getting nearly close to supper time
Baby, you audition them cut-off jeans
You know how to throw a craving on me

Like fried green tomatoes, a plate of mashed potatoes
A scoop of ice cream on steaming apple pie
Pepper sauce and turnip greens, tall drink of sweet tea
I think I'm working up an appetite
You've got me cooking with desire
Headed straight from the frying pan into the fire

Biscuits in the oven, a little kiss and hugging
Between making gravy and taking up the chicken
You frost the chocolate cake and toss off your apron
Whisper in my ear, honey come and get it
Then baby you audition them cut-off jeans
You know how to throw a craving on me

Like fried green tomatoes, a plate of mashed potatoes
A scoop of ice cream on steaming apple pie
Pepper sauce and turnip greens, tall drink of sweet tea
I think I'm working up an appetite
You've got me cooking with desire
Headed straight from the frying pan into the fire
Like fried green tomatoes, a plate of mashed potatoes
A scoop of ice cream on steaming apple pie
Pepper sauce and turnip greens, tall drink of sweet tea
I think I'm working up an appetite
You've got me cooking with desire
Headed straight from the frying pan into the fire
We're headed straight from the frying pan into your fire