[Intro] Ohhh... My love... My heart... My poutine... [Verse 1] I found you waiting beneath the golden light, Three humble treasures in the dead of night. Crisp-cut potatoes, steaming and warm, Curds like little clouds before the storm. Then gravy came pouring, rich and slow, And darling, I knew where my heart would go. No crown, no kingdom, no diamond ring— Just you in a bowl, and I'd give you everything. [Pre-Chorus] Oh, let the world chase champagne and wine, Your salty little kisses are enough for mine. When hunger calls and the cold winds blow, You're the only love I've ever needed to know. [Chorus] Oh, poutine, my love, my heart, my sin, Let that hot brown gravy pull me in. Cheese curds melting, potatoes divine, Every glorious bite, I'm losing my mind. If loving you is wrong, let the whole world see— I'll drown in gravy willingly. Through every winter, through every moon, I'll give you my heart... And a forkful of poutine. [Verse 2] I've loved you at midnight, I've loved you at dawn, When every sensible appetite was gone. I've loved you beside the roadside lights, After long days and longer nights. You never ask questions, you never judge, You greet me with gravy and a warm little nudge. And when those curds begin to squeak, I swear, my darling, my knees grow weak. [Pre-Chorus] Let others have roses, let others have pearls, I'll take a mountain of fries for my girl. Or my king, or my queen, I don't really care, As long as there's gravy and curds in there. [Chorus] Oh, poutine, my love, my heart, my sin, Let that hot brown gravy pull me in. Cheese curds melting, potatoes divine, Every glorious bite, I'm losing my mind. If loving you is wrong, let the whole world see— I'll drown in gravy willingly. Through every winter, through every moon, I'll give you my heart... And a forkful of poutine. [Bridge] And if the heavens call me when my days are through, I'll tell Saint Peter, "I've been faithful to you." Put gravy on my table, put curds in the sky, Give me one last serving before I die. For no earthly treasure could ever compare— To potatoes and gravy and cheese everywhere. [Breakdown] Pour it slow... Let the gravy flow... Hear those cheese curds sing... Oh, darling... Give me everything. [Final Chorus] Oh, poutine, my love, my heart, my sin! Pour that glorious gravy, let the feast begin! Cheese curds singing, potatoes below, You're the only way this hungry heart knows. Let the bells ring out, let the whole world swoon— I have found forever in a paper carton of poutine! And if this is madness, then madness is fine— Because, poutine, my darling... You are mine! [Outro] Just one more bite... Then maybe one more soon... Goodnight, my love... Goodnight... Poutine.
