Pasta, pasta, pasta!
Eat too much and it'll cost ya
Sauce for every time of day
May I have some? Yes, I may.
Fettuccine or spaghetti and beef
To twirl on the fork on its way to my teeth?
No processed junk; I'm making my own
The kitchen's a mess but I'm home alone.
Pasta pasta pasta!
Stuff your face and it'll cost ya
The Italian in me begs sweetly for more
The counters drip with tomato gore.
A taste bud ballet, a dopamine rush
More decadent noodles reduced to fine mush
The growling subsided but now I feel sick
And that spicy sauce has one hell of a kick!