I’ll fill her navel with vinegar
In which to dip her chips
Lick their salty spicy flavour
From between her full red lips
She is my a la carte menu
My special of the day
My dish of food delights
With which I want to play
Mouth brushes mouth
And I thrill to her taste
Close my eyes to savour
So none goes to waste
She is my saddle of lamb
My slice of sirloin steak
My feast of delights
My micro waved break
She’s my last meal request
My tasty take away
Whose presence I enjoy
Every single day
She’s my soup she’s my pudding
My main course and my dessert
I see her served to another
And that act causes me to hurt
I’ll fill her navel with vinegar
In which to dip her chips
Lick their salty spicy flavour
From between her full red lips