A Chef's Love Song

Oh, my darling, I love you, there’s no one above you
I think you’re so sweet, now I want you to eat
I made you some pudding, I made you some stew
I put ice, not coffee, in your Mountain Dew
There’s ham in the oven, there are soups on the stoves
And all kind of breads in rolls, buns, and loaves
If I said it in words
It would come out so cruel
So I tell you I love you
By giving you some food
I don’t know how else
To make it clear
To make you understand
That my love is sincere
I’m a chef and so my feelings
Are expressed through my cooking
So I hope you can tell by the taste of the food
That I think that you’re really good-looking!
Oh, my sweet darling, you know that it’s true
I like nothing more than watching you chew
Food I worked on for hours and hours
On the table is a vase, in the vase there are flowers
And deep in my heart is a love so divine
You’d never be hungry, as long as you’re mine
If I said it in words
It would come out so cruel
So I tell you I love you
By giving you some food
I don’t know how else
To make it clear
To make you understand
That my love is sincere
I’m a chef and so my feelings
Are expressed through my cooking
So I hope you can tell by the taste of the food
That I think that you’re really good-looking!
I cook you some bacon, I slice some french fries
Chicken cordon bleu, not as blue as your eyes
Also there’s gravy, and don’t forget the stuffin'
Of all the nooks and crannies in your English muffin
I love you with a love that’s steadfast and true
And I prove with this meal that I cooked just for you