I can hear the hinge creaking as I open the fridge
And look deep inside for some food that you made
But there’s not much to eat
And I know I’m hungry still
For everything you bake, everything you stew
Every little cake, every cheese fondue
Baby, baby, I'm hungry still
For everything you bake, everything you stew
Every little cake, every cheese fondue
Everything you fry, everything you roast
Every apple pie, every piece of toast
I can hear my guts rumbling now that you are not here
And I know I’ll waste away
Without you here to cook all the things I crave
Say the word and I’ll be your kitchen slave
I’ll cut and chop and slice, wash the dishes too
Baby name your price, I’m hungry without you
I can't believe I’m so stricken
I can't believe there’s no chicken
Can’t believe all that’s left is some pizza
Baby, I'm gonna beg, gonna beg, gonna beg
For everything you bake, everything you stew
Every little cake, every cheese fondue
For your moussaka, and your crême brulée
For your baklava, and your grape sorbet
I'm in love, please come back to sauté
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