[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Shawna’s hands dance ‘round the flame,
Whiskin’ rhythms, no two tastes the same.
Butter whispers in a silver pan,
Her secret’s love—every recipe’s a plan.
Cinnamon swirls in the morning light,
A symphony of flavors, she gets it right.
[Chorus]
Oh, Shawna can cook (oh, she can!),
Turnin’ bread to gold with a flick of her hand.
From sunrise stew to midnight pie,
Every bite’s a kiss, every meal goodbye.
[Verse 2]
She spins the spice rack like a disco ball,
Sizzlin’ garlic answers her call.
Dessert’s a waltz, bittersweet and slow,
Molten chocolate where the wild things go.
Her kitchen’s a stage, the oven’s her drum,
Feastin’ hearts b**t—here, joy comes from.
[Bridge]
No measuring cups, just soul in the stew,
A dash of heaven in whatever she’ll do.
The world’s her menu, fresh-picked and true,
Shawna’s kitchen—magic brews anew.
[Chorus]
Oh, Shawna can cook (oh, she can!),
Turnin’ bread to gold with a flick of her hand.
From sunrise stew to midnight pie,
Every bite’s a kiss, every meal goodbye.
[Outro]
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