He likes bread and butter. He likes toast and jam. That's what his baby feeds him. He's a loving man.Well, I like bread and butter. I like toast and jam. That's what baby feeds me. I'm a loving man.He likes bread and butter. He likes toast and jam. That's what his baby feeds him. He's a loving man.Well, she don't cook mashed potatoes. She don't cook T-bone steak. She don't feed me peanut butter. She knows that I can't take.He likes bread and butter. He likes toast and jam.That's what his baby feeds him. He's a loving man.Well, I got home early one Monday. Much to my surprise. She was eating chicken and dumplings with some other girl.No more bread and butter. No more toast and jam. She found his baby eating with some other man.No, no, no, no more bread.No more bread and butter. No more toast and jam. I found my baby eating with some other man.No more bread and butter. No more toast and jam. No more bread and butter. No more toast and jam.