Classic Girl

She's up in the kitchen, pots and pans in hand Out of tune, she sings her favorite songs The Eagles, John Denver, Queen and Elton John Classic songs for a truly classic girl The cookie pan's covered with the dough she made by hand Every burner holds a masterpiece divine The kitchen aid is tearin' at the innards of a pie And she turns to me and laughs with a crooked smile Yes she laughs and turns to me with a crooked smile "Can you keep an eye on the cookies, I'm going out to have a smoke" With that whiskey in her hand, it's plain to see She baked away her sadness, boiled memories Chopped away the madness of her reveries And she tenderized her own heart, by feedin' all her friends I was blessed by that chef from the stars So very blessed by that chef from the stars The bottom of the cookies start to burn The soup pot starts to boil over So I yelled, "hey mama, you're goin' up in flames" With that whiskey in her hand, it's plain to see She baked away her sadness, boiled memories Chopped away the madness of her reveries And she tenderized her own heart, by feedin' all her friends I was blessed by that chef from the stars So very blessed by that chef from the stars The kitchen's empty, her pots and pans are gone No one left singin' out of tune On a cab ride to heaven, that angel's movin' on For a moment, we were blessed by the stars For a moment, we were blessed by a shinin' star