The Art Of Cooking For Two - The Lucksmiths

One of us is packing things in boxes

The other two are trying to pretend

That the boy she loves is not all that obnoxious

We’re hoping that she’ll see sense in the end

But I’ve come to depend

On the strangeness of kind friends

Takes a good look and remembers

All the cookbooks that her friend has

And the dinner was always delicious

And it was all she could do just to do the dishes

She wrapped her coffee cups in newspaper

She took down all her paintings from the wall

Soon enough she said I’ll see you later

And gave her half an hour before giving her a call

I don’t blame her at all

Her bike’s still in the hall

Takes a good look and remembers

All the cookbooks that her friend has

Lunch is always leftovers

The art of cooking for two

Is lost on me and you

We’ve eaten and eaten

Until it hurts

Given a whole new meaning

To just desserts

I’ve got my suspicions

But the pudding’s where the proof is And you know how sweet my tooth is