(Verse 1) I got a girl, she’s sweet as can be, But there’s a little something that we don’t agree. She’s a ketchup fan, wears red on her sleeve, While I sneak my mustard, oh the webs we weave. (Chorus) She hates the smell, can’t stand the sight, Every time I open a jar, it’s like a fright night. Mustard in the closet, yeah it’s my secret sauce, In the battle of the condiments, it’s really her loss. (Verse 2) I built a mancave, it’s my hidden spot, A fridge full of mustard, oh I love it a lot. Yellow, spicy, sweet, or stone-ground, In my secret lair, it’s always around. (Bridge) She snoops around, sniffing like a hound, Suspicious of that tangy smell she found. "Is that mustard on your breath?" she’ll ask, Hiding my hot dog, it’s a daunting task. (Chorus) She hates the smell, can’t stand the sight, Every time I open a jar, it’s like a fright night. Mustard in the closet, yeah it’s my secret sauce, In the battle of the condiments, it’s really her loss. (Verse 3) Date nights at home, always a catch, She brings out the ketchup, I’ve met my match. I smile and nod, put red on my plate, But my heart’s with mustard, sorry ketchup, you’re too late. (Outro) So here’s to the lovers of the spicy and bold, Hiding their mustard, in stories untold. Keep your secret sauce, locked away so tight, In the mustard-ketchup love fight, sneak a bite tonight.
