You're in the kitchen cutting veggies as the music sets into my mind. A sweet voice sounding through a sugar smile.

I grab a knife and harmonize into it as my moustache widens. The rythym of the cutting board forcing me to sway with you.

The smell of your hair and a *** of delicious filling the room. I grab you and dance while it stews. Let you stir my heart a little more.

Keep an eye on me. I'm pretty sure I'm boiling over. My heart spilling out onto the stovetop. And this is just a dream.