Dun… dun… dun-dun-dunnnn… Bright lights in the kitchen… And a cold fridge full of dreams… Staring at the freezer like it’s holdin’ secrets, Got a bag of veggies but I’m tryin’ to keep it Cool while the microwave blinks twelve o’clock again. There’s a leftover pizza that’s lookin’ tragic, And a mystery Tupperware that feels like magic— But baby, magic won’t tell me where to begin. I’m runnin’ out of options, I’m runnin’ out of time… A culinary crisis In this heart of mine. ’Cause I don’t know what to make for dinner tonight— (Oh-oh-ohhhh!) I’m lost in the kitchen like a hero without light— (Yeah-yeah-yeah!) Should I cook it, nuke it, fry it, or surrender? Baby, tell me what to do Before I crash like a blender! I tried boilin’ water but the pot kept screamin’, And I burned toast twice while my mind was dreamin’. Maybe I’m destined for takeout life again. Got spaghetti noodles from nineteen-eighty-seven, If I eat ’em now they’ll send me straight to heaven— But baby, I’ll risk it if that’s what you’re cravin’. I’m caught in the crossfire Of hunger and doubt… I need your voice, baby— Help me figure this out! I don’t know what to make for dinner tonight— (Oh-oh-ohhhh!) Should I flip on the oven or just admit you’re right— (Takeout! Takeout!) I’m a warrior with an apron and a hopeless plan, But for you I’ll try again— Yeah, I’ll cook if I can! Maybe tacos… woooaah-ohhhh… Maybe stew… Maybe nothin’… If I get to eat with you. I don’t know what to make for dinner tonight— (DINNER TONIIIIIGHT!) But I’ll fight through the fridge like a champion in the night— (Oh-oh-ohhhh!) Just say the word, baby, whisper in my ear… And I’ll serve it hot with love, In true 1980s gear!
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