"Chilli-Con-Carne" lyrics - STREETWALKERS

Oh, some ritzy old place got some dish on my arm
City and swinging, she's up from the farm
Tipped up the waiter and the Maitre de
Oh, that's the guy with the slick got two tails on his coat.

Ooh, chilli-con-carne, ain't nothing better with red peppers on
Ooh, chilli-con-carne, ain't nothing better with red peppers on.

Yes, I'm coming in smooth man have I got a line?
I'm holding her hand, now she's eating out of mine
And I look in those eyes I'm sure to impress
Gonna razzle and dazzle her right outta that dress.

Ooh, chilli-con-carne, ain't nothing better with red peppers on
Ooh, chilli-con-carne, ain't nothing better with red peppers on.

A place in the corner, a candle and mood
Where I can touch her with small talk some drink and some food, yeah.

Well, I'm getting suggestive to see if she's game
When she drops to her knees and looks at me strange
I say: 'Listen here, honey, what's eating you?'
She say: ('Move over toots, it's me eating you').

Ooh, chilli-con-carne, ain't nothing better with red peppers on
Ooh, chilli-con-carne, ain't nothing better with red peppers on, no
Ain't nothing better..

Mm, Mm, one candle and mood
I touch her with small talk some drink and some food.

Ain't nothing better with red peppers on.

Ooh, chilli-con-carne, ain't nothing better with red peppers on
Ooh, chilli-con-carne, ain't nothing better with red peppers on.