Sexy spaghetti
Pasta is the food of love
Bring it on, my dear!
Bring it on, my dear
For tomorrow is unsure
We will live tonight
We will live tonight
Our warm house on a cold night
Just the three of us
Just the three of us
But your mother can't join in
On our honeymoon
Just the three of us
Spending a quiet evening
Me, Myself, and I
On our honeymoon?
You want who to do what? Where?
No! The wedding's off
No! The weddings off
Never speak to me again
Is your sister free?
Is your sister free?
I need a babysitter
Big plans for tonight
Big plans for tonight
Sitting and watching the stars
Astronomy sucks!
"Astronomy sucks!"
Said Columbus, who got lost
Using stars as guides
using stars as guides
to our lives and destiny
brings no sense at all
brings no sense at all;
we use it only in need:
a dictionary!
A dictionary -
Oh happy thought! I can read
One for hours and hours.
One for hours and hours,
Virginia Woolf comes to mind,
such heavy sorrow.
Such heavy sorrow
In the wake of profound loss
The senses go numb
The senses go numb
And the inside shrivels when
Winter comes at last.
Winter comes at last
with lights and orbs shimmering
bring on the snow!
Bring on the snow,
The icy winds and crisp air
Full of freezing flakes.
Full of freezing flakes
My fridge needs defrosting fast
I just hate that job
I just hate that job
of removing scale from my
kettle. Can you help?
