Kathleen Hollingsworth - 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

Written by:
Kathleen Hollingsworth

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