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Day after day, wrong sauce I've used.
And I gotta send it down the pouring drain.
You know that's a taste that I hate to lose
or improperly strain.
Ain't it a shame?

Aw, gimme the treat, boys.
She thrills my soul!
I wanna her to be
my new sweet roll!
She's Rachael Ray!

Gimme the treat, boys.
She thrills my soul!
I wanna her to be
my new sweet roll!
She's Rachael Ray!

Seven is the channel, ten's the time.
I wanna watch all the things she'll do.
Italian girl looks cute and kind.
And I'm counting on her
as she'll simmer and stir!

Aw, gimme the treat, boys.
She thrills my soul!
I wanna her to be
my new sweet roll!
She's Rachael Ray!

Gimme the treat, boys.
She thrills my soul!
I wanna her to be
my new sweet roll!
She's Rachael Ray!

And when she does her deal
her thirty-minute meal can fill me.
And when I'm feeling blue
this yum-o girl can thrill me.

Thanks for the soy that you've given me.
I want you to know I believe in your food.
The rhythm and rhyme of your recipe.
You've baked and you've stewed.
I hope you're no prude!

Aw, gimme the treat, boys.
She thrills my soul!
I wanna her to be
my new sweet roll!
She's Rachael Ray!

Gimme the treat, boys.
She thrills my soul!
I wanna her to be
my new sweet roll!
She's Rachael Ray!

Hohhhh, whoa-hoh...
Gimme the treat, boys.
She thrills my soul!
I wanna her to be
my new sweet roll!
She's Rachael Ray!

Gimme the treat, boys.
She thrills my soul!
I wanna her to be
my new sweet roll!
She's Rachael Ray!

Now, now, now, woncha
woncha bake me!
Aw, bake me!
Yeah!

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