There better be something cookin'
In the kitchen when I get home
Something gourmet
Or a steakhouse filet
Or a cut still on the bone
Not the usual junk she makes
Like lasagna or rice and beans

I've told her so many times
To raise the bar on what we eat
I warned you
I don't want spaghetti again
I warned you
I don't want spaghetti again
You overcooked the noodles