That's how it starts, we go back to your house

[angellathegreat]

here's a little thing I wrote; It's not substantial enough to be a song, but whatever, I liked it.

With Love and One Hundred Meatballs

and I will love you
till the sauce runs out

you'll pick up all your clothes
no one will figure us out
you were a recipie for disaster
you were my heart's only master

yes it's true
there'll never be another me and you

It was a good night for your hunger
It was a good night for my spice
there will never be a disaster
that turned out this nice

we were together at the market
and once again at the stove
my heart and your's melted faster
then the butter and the cloves

and I will love you,
till' there's one serving left
and when you leave me
you can take all the rest

share the leftovers with your girlfriend
I won't let anyone know
that I let you in on the secret
let you in on how it all goes

you'll go back, you'll go back to your place
hunger satisfied
smug look on your face
you'll smell of all my cooking
you'll smell just like my clothes
it's sad we wear the same size
because now your girlfriend knows.

According to Erica it is a creative way to put my love for meatballs in words.