"You're the late after noon potato, in my busy day. You fill me up, you make me smile. You're everything I craved. And baby it's no sin to admit, that if I got your skin, well you got under mine. You're my starchy joy in a world that seems devoid of flavor, and whatever will be you know will be, but this Yukon Gold delight I'll savor. Covered in buttered bridal veil, or honey moon bacon laced, don't you feel you have to dress up for me.. .I'd eat you all bare faced.."