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.