LUNCH

I could eat that girl for lunch
Yeah, she dances on my tongue
Tastes like she might be the one
And I could never get enough
I could buy her so much stuff
It's a cravin', not a crush, huh
Call me when you're there
Said, "I bought you something rare"
And I left it under "Claire"
So now she's comin' up the stairs
So I'm pullin' up a chair
And I'm puttin' up my hair
Baby, I think you were made for me
Somebody write down the recipe
Been trying hard not to overeat
You're just so sweet