LEfTOVERS Melina KB

Piping hot, right off the menu
The specialty of the day
You’ve got a late-night craving
Me, on the plate
I won’t ask “How can I help you?”
Or take down your first name
You phone up every girl
This ain’t a buffet

You want something quick and easy, steamy
Dropped right at your doorstep
Don’t you get power hungry, funny!
You think you can treat me like

Takeout
Punch my number, lick your lips
Fiending for a fix of the new delicacy dish
We’ll never
Make out
Sweatpants hanging round your hips
Satiate your appetite, then shove me in the fridge?
I refuse to take orders
I won’t be your leftovers

Boys like you are so entitled
To think if they beg and plead
They’ve earned the right
To take a bite of fresh meat
Counting down to my arrival
Too lazy to leave your couch
A fleeting taste of me would knock you out
Ouch!