You bring so much to the table
and mine's only good for two,
it's so tiny, that sometimes
I eat while standing, too.

Now I'm not really nice,
but with you I am just naturally submissive.
And you're holding the dice,
we're not playing games, but the rules are subjective.

You bring so much to the table
and I only brought a picnic mat,
it's a shame, what could I offer
if I'm just eating scraps, like a cat?

And I want to be your only or favorite vice,
I am ten toes down, I can't change my objective.
Or maybe I just want to be your constant, like rice.
I am a case and crime, come inspect me like a detective.

You bring so much to the table
and I do too, but are you even ready for our feast?
Would you come to the kitchen with me,
I am here waiting for you, won't you come to the east?