Bechamel Lyrics

	I was in my shoes; I was in my coat
	Her apéritif smacked down my throat
	And a rack of lamb with a coq au vin
	Picking pot de crème off of jealous lips.
	Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal.
	I want her bones, and I want her flesh
	And that's all she'll give me; I want the rest
	So we drink too much, and we drink some more
	With the DNA soaked into the floor.
	Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal.
	Pack him off in ice
	Wrap me up in cellophane,
	The aftertaste like aspartame
	It's candy and it won't be tamed
	This love, this love.
	Dinner bell, my bitter little béchamel
	It's spoiled rotten, I can tell
	His love, his love, his love.
	[Guitar Break]
	Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal.
	Pack him off in ice
	Wrap me up in cellophane
	The aftertaste like aspartame
	It's candy, and it won't be tamed
	This love, this love
	Dinner bell, my bitter little béchamel
	It's spoiled rotten, I can tell
	His love, his love, his love
	His love, his love, his love.
	[Best attempt, probably not perfect.]

	I was in my shoes I was in my coat
	Her ape ritif smacked down my throat
	And a rack of lamb with a coq au vin
	Picking pot de cre me off of jealous lips.
	Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal.
	I want her bones, and I want her flesh
	And that' s all she' ll give me I want the rest
	So we drink too much, and we drink some more
	With the DNA soaked into the floor.
	Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal.
	Pack him off in ice
	Wrap me up in cellophane,
	The aftertaste like aspartame
	It' s candy and it won' t be tamed
	This love, this love.
	Dinner bell, my bitter little be chamel
	It' s spoiled rotten, I can tell
	His love, his love, his love.
	Guitar Break
	Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal.
	Pack him off in ice
	Wrap me up in cellophane
	The aftertaste like aspartame
	It' s candy, and it won' t be tamed
	This love, this love
	Dinner bell, my bitter little be chamel
	It' s spoiled rotten, I can tell
	His love, his love, his love
	His love, his love, his love.
	Best attempt, probably not perfect.

	I was in my shoes I was in my coat
	Her apé ritif smacked down my throat
	And a rack of lamb with a coq au vin
	Picking pot de crè me off of jealous lips.
	Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal.
	I want her bones, and I want her flesh
	And that' s all she' ll give me I want the rest
	So we drink too much, and we drink some more
	With the DNA soaked into the floor.
	Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal.
	Pack him off in ice
	Wrap me up in cellophane,
	The aftertaste like aspartame
	It' s candy and it won' t be tamed
	This love, this love.
	Dinner bell, my bitter little bé chamel
	It' s spoiled rotten, I can tell
	His love, his love, his love.
	Guitar Break
	Ignore the warning voice of my last appeal.
	Pack him off in ice
	Wrap me up in cellophane
	The aftertaste like aspartame
	It' s candy, and it won' t be tamed
	This love, this love
	Dinner bell, my bitter little bé chamel
	It' s spoiled rotten, I can tell
	His love, his love, his love
	His love, his love, his love.
	Best attempt, probably not perfect.

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