Spaghetti Girl

If we go to a nice Italian restaurant,

I'll only embarrass you--

Shoving rolls in my purse

Because

Every time I'm near you,

I feel the air is full of angels

And Armageddon must be barely a whisper away.

While you're making conversation,

I'll be wondering what you would look like

Wearing only this red and white

Checkered table cloth--

I'll be crossing myself and praying to remember

How I can pull it off you

Without upsetting

The water glass in your hand.

You'll talk about Jack White

I'll talk about Joan Jett

And you'll be the Spaghetti Girl

Straight until wet.

Well, this is just torture in a public place.

I'll only embarrass you

Because I am hungry,

So hungry,

And once I start I will never be done;

I think the Judgement must be barely a whisper away--

So I'm waiting for the deluge sure to come.

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