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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Apron on
Phone on the fridge
You’re reading recipes
Like sacred scripts
Flour on your shirt
Salt on your sleeve
Tasting the sauce
You finally breathe
[Chorus]
Chef
Chef
You’re a mess and a masterpiece
Burning the toast but you’re cooking for me
Chef
Chef
You turn chaos into steam
Little bit of garlic
You’re living the dream
(oh, my chef)
Spilling and stirring up the heat
My heart’s on the menu when you say “let’s eat”
[Verse 2]
Pan starts to smoke
You laugh
You swear
We open the window
Spice in the air
You dance with the timer
You flirt with the spoon
We’re plating up dinner
We’re kissing by noon
[Chorus]
Chef
Chef
You’re a mess and a masterpiece
Burning the toast but you’re cooking for me
Chef
Chef
You turn chaos into steam
Little bit of garlic
You’re living the dream
(yeah, my chef)
Spilling and stirring up the heat
My heart’s on the menu when you say “let’s eat”
Details
GeneratedJan 19, 2026
Duration1:45
LanguageFrench
Style
Playful funk-pop groove, swung drums and bouncy bass. Clean electric guitar chops with occasional wah, vintage keys comping in the pockets. Male vocals leaning cheeky and charismatic; tight call-and-response backing hooks in the chorus. Big dynamic lift on each hook, then drop to a simmer for verses, like a pan hitting the fire then cooling.
Credits
Prompt by
Mucky1957
Mucky1957ModelAria v5
Prompt
Cheff
