Cold feet
Hot love under heat lamp
Warm meat
Sweaty, limp, feeling damp
Not hungry
Just starved
Hands meet
Fall in love under the salad bar
I was born and raised inside a Hometown
Bury me in the back of Golden Corral
No pressure
No lines
You and me we're living on our own time
Buffet
Buffet baby
Be my
Buffet Baby
Never get enough
Don't stop until you throw up
Don't stop
You're the sundae I'm the hot fudge
Old tenders
Cold fries
Spending hours in the gravy getting baptized
Sitting in a booth looking at you hungrily
It's not the food it's the love that feeds my gluttony
Two for one
Coupon
Not gonna leave when they say we've been here too long
Buffet
Buffet baby
Be my
Buffet Baby
