[Verse 1] I only talk to chefs when I’m desperate, And right now I’m beggin’ like I never did. She brought out dinner with a big ol' grin, But one more bite and I won’t make it, friend. [Pre-Chorus] I ain’t never prayed ‘bout no pot roast, But I’m down here beggin’, Lord, it’s no joke. Chicken’s dry like it’s been smoked in chalk, Even our dog just took a walk. [Chorus] I need some flavor — not tryin’ to be ungrateful, But I can’t keep eatin’ food that’s barely tasteful. I ain't no saint, but I need a savior, Or at least some salt... 'cause I need some flavor. [Verse 2] She said it’s “low fat” and “good for my health,” But this broccoli’s screamin’ out for help. Tastin’ like cardboard — unseasoned fate, If bland was a crime, she’d seal the case. [Bridge] Lord, if you’re listenin’ from above, Send paprika or some garlic love. I ain’t tryin’ to sleep on the couch tonight, But I need hot sauce to make this right. [Final Chorus] I need some flavor — don’t mean to be hateful, But my taste buds dyin’ and it ain’t graceful. Bless her heart, she tried to cater, But I need some spice... Lord, I need some flavor.
