The Only Other Diner

I don’t believe in destiny
I don’t believe in “has to be”
I don’t believe there’s only
one true love for anyone

but ever since I met you
it feels like this was meant to be

you’re the only other diner
in my little restaurant
you may not be the only one there is
but you’re the only one I want

menu’s so confusing
you blanch and put it down
lettuce sit together
and I’ll show you around

grill me all you want
about what’s on the fare
I’ll clarify it so you know
I really knead you there

you’re the only other diner
in my little restaurant
you may not be the only one there is
but you’re the only one I want

I’ll never mince my words
if you promise not to stir
and if you’re in a pickle
I’m your restaurateur

I’m fondue your dressing
it suits you to a tea
if you want to caper some
just tell me hominy

you’re the only other diner
in my little restaurant
you may not be the only one there is
but you’re the only one I want

I’d really stew if someone tried to poach you
When it comes to bussing I can coach you
We could stay out late
Sharing a blue plate
Or going a la carte
Your eyes, your lips, my heart

you’re the only other diner
in my little restaurant
you may not be the only one there is
but you’re the only one I want