Pasta

I took too long making your favorite pasta

To write the card sayin’ how I feel about ya

I hope that you’ll forgive me

Though I’m always forgetting

What time I told people to come over

And all the guests came

Oh what a mess I’d made!

For the love of you

And I know you hate

How I can’t delegate

But it’s for the love of you

I took too long making your favorite pasta

To write the card sayin’ how I feel about ya

I didn’t even sign it, just kinda underlined

The message that the people at the printers had intended

And all the guests came

Oh what a mess I’d made!

For the love of you

And I know you hate

How I can’t delegate

But it’s for the love of you

It’s for the love of you

It’s for the love of you