Lunch

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I could eat that girl for lunch.

Yeah, she dances on my tongue, tastes like she might be the one.

And I could never get enough, I could buy her so much stuff.

It's a craving, not a crush.

Call me when you're there, said I bought you something rare, and I left it in her new Claire.

So now she's coming up the stairs, so I'm pulling up a chair, and I'm putting up my hair.

Baby, I think you were made for me. Somebody write down the recipe.

Been trying hard not to overeat, you're just so sweet.

I'm gonna shower for you like you want.

Clothes on the counter for you try 'em on. If I'm allowed, I'll help you take 'em off. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

I could eat that girl for lunch.

Yeah, she dances on my tongue, tastes like she might be the one. And I could never get enough, I could buy her so much stuff.

It's a craving, not a crush.

I just wanna get her off. Oh.

Oh, oh, -oh. -She's taking pictures in the mirror. Oh my

God, her skin's so clear. Tell her, "Bring that over here. "

You need a seat? I'll volunteer. Now she's smiling ear to ear. She's the headlights,

I'm the deer.

I've said it all before, but I'll say it again.

I'm interested in more than just being your friend. I don't want to break it, just want it to bend.

Do you know how to bend?

Oh, I could eat that girl for lunch.

-She dances on my tongue.

-I know it's just a hunch, but -she might be the one. -I could. . .

eat that girl for lunch.

Yeah, she. . .

tastes like she might be the one.

I could, I could eat that girl for lunch.

Yeah, she, yeah, she tastes like she might be the one.