I'm late for dinner, but look who's on the menu,
Cause when I'm in a hurry, nothing tastes as good as you do,
Whisper in my ear all your culinary wishes,
Next thing you know ‒ you're washing the
dishes,
Your table is ready, follow me,
I'm happy to seat you
Slices of you,
I'd really like another slice of you, (slices)
That's so nice of you,
I'd really like another slice of you,
That's so nice of you, (slices of you)
I'd really like another slice or two, (slices)
I'd really like another slice of you
I'm late for dinner, but look who's on the menu,
Cause when I get a table, you know damn well ‒
I get a table for two,
Preheat the oven, so to cook in your pants,
I trained at the very best kitchens in France,
My service is slow, and I hope this doesn't offend you
Slices of you,
I'd really like another slice of you, (slices)
That's so nice of you,
I'd really like another slice of you,
That's so nice of you, (slices of you)
I'd really like another slice or two, (slices of you)
I'd really like another slice of you
And everywhere I go,
People ask me: "Valentine,
What's your recipe for love?”
My answer is always the same:
Cook the hell out of it
And slice it!
If music be the food of love, play on,
But I'm really too hungry for just one song,
So I put a final plea to you ‒
I'd really like another slice of you,
That's so nice of you, (slices of you)
I'd really like another slice of you, (slices of you)
I'd really like another slice of you
I'm late for dinner, but look who's on the menu,
Cause when I'm in a hurry, nothing tastes as good as you do,
I'm late for dinner, but look who's on the menu,
Cause when I'm in a hurry, nothing tastes as good as you do,
I'm late for dinner, but look who's on the menu…
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