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Eric Clapton Come on in my kitchen
Mmm... you better come on in my kitchen babe, itīs goinī to be raininī outdoors

The woman I love, took from my best friend
Some joker got lucky, stole her back again
You better come on in my kitchen babe, itīs goinī to be raininī outdoors

Oh, sheīs gone, I know she wonīt come back
Iīve taken the last nickel out of her nation sack
You better come on in my kitchen, baby, itīs goinī to be raininī outdoors

[Spoken:] Oh, canīt you hear that wind howl?
Canīt you hear that wind howl?
You better come on in my kitchen, baby, itīs goinī to be raininī outdoors

When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down
Lookinī for her good friend, none canīt be found
You better come on in my kitchen, baby, itīs goinī to be raininī outdoors

Winter timeīs cominī, itīs goinī to be slow
You can make the winter, babe, thatīs dry long so
You better come on in my kitchen, īcause itīs goinī to be raininī outdoors