Right…
Right…
Right…
Right…
Wow!

10 ingredients deep in the lover’s pie
And I’m still so hungry and I don’t know why
And if you’ve got no money
So can you help me buy
An extra heaping helping of the lover’s pie

We’ve gone to take the table and it’s off the table
It’s too much and the table and it’s become unstable
I’ve become the morbid lover story in the fable
About the man who devour all of the pling?
And turn to a swine
And it’s fine
It’s fine
So fine, so fine

American portions of the lover’s pie
And an extra slice then I multiply
Bake me into the crust, I don’t care if I die
It’s a good way to go out, inside lover’s pie

We replace lubrication with donkey sauces
Having a sex celebration whilst the salad tosses
Too busy chowing down to count any of the losses
That we accumulate drinking too much Italian wine
As we dine
And it’s fine
It’s so fine
It’s so fine

Woo!

It’s a fine line between eating and over-eating
Let’s go back into your oven for some over heating
Just let me know babe if you’ve been too mistreatened?
‘Cos sometimes I get so carried away when I dine
And I cost a million lives
And it’s fine
It’s fine
It’s so fine

Woo!