Original Lyrics by Artanne. © All rights reserved. Ooh… You thought I was hungry? Babe… I’m the menu. Ooh, ooh-la-la… I don’t want your pizza-za. You keep serving cheesy lines, But I’m not basic, nah-ah-ah. You say “baby take a bite,” Like I’m starving for a slice. Honey I’m a five-star dish, You can’t afford this spice. Stop waving that pizza slice. That ain’t what I crave. If you wanna taste me hot, Better learn how to behave. No pizza slice. I don’t do basic appetite. I’m the heat, I’m the vice, I decide what’s served tonight. No pizza slice! You can look but that’s the price. If I’m on your menu, tonight, You better throw away that pizza slice! Ooh, ooh-la-la… I don’t want your pizza-za. You keep serving cheesy lines, But I’m not basic, nah-ah-ah. You keep texting “come tonight,” Like I’m craving you at eight. But I don’t do delivery... Baby, I decide the plate. You say “taste me babe” Like you’re some big hot surprise. But I don’t eat what’s handed out... I choose what satisfies. No pizza slice. I don’t do basic appetite. I’m the heat, I’m the vice, I decide what’s served tonight. No pizza slice! You can beg, you can fight If I let you get a sample, That’s a privilege.... one bite! OohOohla-la... pizza slice Ooh, ooh... la-la... don't offer me... this pizza slice Ooh, ooh... la-la... Big surprice... I'm your spice. Ooh, ooh... la-la... Just realize: no pizza slice! All night, you’re craving me, Piece by piece, imagining. But darling, here’s the irony: I don’t chase .... I let you sing. Say my name like it’s a brand Luxury, super tight... You’re at the table, babe… But I will decide! I don’t fold, I don’t entice. I’m the hunger, I'm the feast, I’m the sugar, I'm the spice. No pizza slice. Read the sign, read it twice: If you want a taste of this diva... Pay. the. price. Oohla-la... pizza slice. Ooh, ooh... la-la... pizza slice. © Artanne - 2026
