Yo… turn my burner on…

We cookin' up commitment, one noodle at a time.

SLUUUURP!!!

I don’t fall in love, I faceplant in pasta,

Noodles wrapped 'round me like anaconda rasta.

Call me sauce daddy, parmesan papi,

Roll up to Olive Garden screamin' “This my posse!!”

Kissed a ravioli, now I’m emotionally cooked,

Fettuccine freak, got Alfredo in my notebook.

I don’t ghost, I marinate and haunt ya,

Made a promise to spaghetti, put a meatball on it—honor!

Pasta for lyfe, I ain’t ever lettin’ go,

My soulmate spaghetti got me feelin’ like whoa~

I’d tattoo her sauce on my noodle soul,

Pasta for lyfe, til I’m buried in a pasta bowl.

Yo I take bubble baths in garlic oil,

She whisper sweet nothin’s like “Boil, baby, boil.”

I left a lasagna at the altar once…

Now she in therapy and I’m wanted in France.

Mama said, “Get a wife,” I said “Get a wok.”

Then married spaghetti in a food court parking lot.

I cheat? Never. I don’t even look at ziti,

Spaghetti got a curve that could break linguini.

Oooooh I slurp slow… so the love don’t spill…

Spaghetti’s got a spice that no jar could fill…

Pasta for lyfe, even angels take a bite,

St. Peter made lasagna when I saw the light~

Bury me deep with a fork and a rose,

And a kiss from my girl with marinara toes.

Love is patient. Love is plated.

And baby… pasta don’t lie.

SLUUUURP!!!