I eat you, Miami, I eat you, I was half convinced I'd waken, satisfied enough to dream you Happily i was mistaken Miami... I'll eat you, Miami I'll eat you...
I'll eat you, Miami I'll eat you... Are there chickens in that kitchen? 'Cause they call it Chicken Kitchen. I am finding all your rice boss Buried sweetly in your curry sauce...
I eat you, Miami your Cuban, I'll eat, too, all your snapper and your stone crab claws sweet, sweet plantains in my happy jaws...