Odes to Joy

Love Hate Relationship, Vol I: Philias · Track 12 · middle

Dinner Is Served

Sitophilia (food play) — decadent, 'eat me alive, chocolate on skin'.

Lyrics

[Intro]
The restaurant is closing for the night.
Just one single, swinging, overhead light.
The menu's off the table, and it's true...
The kitchen's closed to everyone but you.

[Verse 1]
It's two-seventeen on the kitchen clock.
No need for silverware, no need to talk.
I'll be your little late-night amuse-bouche,
A whispered promise, breaking every rule.
The linoleum's cold beneath the heat,
A secret rhythm for my own bare feet.

[Chorus]
So come on, baby, dinner is served.
A private banquet you have well deserved.
I'm the main event, the only course you need,
A culinary work of art, indeed.
Lay me on the table, don't you wait,
Go on and clean your plate.

[Verse 2]
Forget the porcelain, forget the lace.
There's melted chocolate in a certain place.
A sticky trail of honey, gold and slow,
A sweet geography for you to know.
We'll let the strawberries get overripe,
Living out a certain decadent type of life.

[Chorus]
So come on, baby, dinner is served.
A private banquet you have well deserved.
I'm the main event, the only course you need,
A culinary work of art, indeed.
Lay me on the table, don't you wait,
Go on and clean your plate.

[Bridge]
No recipes, no measuring it out.
Just instinct you don't have to think about.
A feast for all the senses, such a sin,
To feel this hunger burning from within.
Don't have to be gentle, it's alright,
Just bring your appetite.

[Chorus]
'Cause darling, baby, dinner is served!
A private banquet you have well deserved.
I'm the main event, the only course you need,
A culinary work of art, indeed.
Lay me on the table, don't you wait,
Go on and clean your plate.

[Outro]
Yeah, clean your plate.
Every last taste.
No letting this go to waste.
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