LUNCH

I could eat that girl for lunch Yeah, she dances on my tongue Tastes like she might be the one And I can never get enough I could buy her so much stuff It's a craving, not a crush Call me when you're there Said, "I bought you something rare And I left it under Claire's" So now she's coming up the stairs So I'm pulling out the chair And I'm putting up my hair Baby, I think you're made for me Somebody write down the recipe Been trying hard not to overeat You're just so sweet I'll run the shower for you, light and warm Clothes on the counter for you to try them on If you yell loud, I'll help you take them off I could eat that girl for lunch Yeah, she dances on my tongue Tastes like she might be the one And I can never get enough I could buy her so much stuff It's a craving, not a crush Oh, I just wanna get her off Oh Mmmm Yeah, you ready? She's taking pictures in the mirror Oh my god, her skin's so clear I tell her, "bring that over here" "You take the seat right over here" Now she's smiling ear to ear She's like the headlights on the deer I've said it all before, but I'll say it again I'm interested in more than just being your friend Now, I don't want to break it, just want it to bend Do you know how to bend? I could eat that girl for lunch She dances on my tongue I know it's just a hunch But she might be the one (I could, I could) (Eat that girl for lunch) (Tastes like she might be the one) (I could, I could, eat that girl for lunch) (But she, but she) (Tastes like she might be the one)