Put on some clothes and let's go to the IHOP baby

Etcetera
Album: R
1998

Full verse:
Put on some clothes and lets go to the IHOP, baby
(Let's go to the IHOP, babe)
No, no, no (Baby, we just made love)
No matter how good the food may taste, ooh
(No matter how the food may taste)
I'm still thinkin' about your body baby
(It's your body I'm thinkin'of), yes, I am

Here we see the highly complex R.—a man we like to think of as invincible,iron-clad —undergoing an internal struggle. Does he want to do it with this girl some more, or does he want to go to IHOP for pancakes? You can almost see the lingerie-clad angel and shirtless devil dueling it out on R.’s big, gleaming shoulders.

R: “Yo. Babe. Put on some clothes and let’s go the IHOP, baby.”

Angel, confirming: (Let’s go the the IHOP, babe)

Devil, grinding rhythmically: “No, no, no.”

R. pauses. The Devil explains: (Baby, we just made love.)

The Devil re-iterates: “No matter how good the food may taste, ooh”

[But here the Devil may have made a mistake. Saying that about the food reminds R. of the Butter Pecan Dressing — it really IS so delicious…]

But wait! The Devil hasn’t finished his thought. Let him finish, R.: (No matter how the food may taste)

Devil, triumphantly: “I’m still thinkin’ about your body baby”

R. nods his head and turns to his girl with that look in his eye. R.’s girl looks at him suspiciously, like maybe he’s still thinkin’ about that butter pecan dressing. He reassures her: (It’s your body I’m thinkin’ of)

R: “Yes, I am.”

And it’s on.