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lunch

we're sitting on the couch
with the tv on the floor
some old black and white movie
gosh you sure are a bore

now you're moving closer
christ, you're breathing in my ear
you say

and i don't know about you
but i sure got one hell of an appetite

come on baby let's make, come on baby let's make,
come on baby let's make lunch

i want something spicy
you say `yeah, i like it hot
how about a salami sizzle
or a burger with the lot'

sorry to be a disappointment
but i don't eat meat, that's right, i'm a vegetarian

lay me down on a bed of lettuce
don't you want your salad tossed
i've got a zucchini fetish
and i still need something that rhymes with tossed