I hate food
So bright and vibrant, all different colors.
Nothing is the same, one dish to the another.
You fill my mouth with joy, oh how I love you.
You are chop, you are stirred, you are devoured
Can my stomach be anymore louder?
I wish I had a word to describe you
Magnificent, intriguging or maybe delightful
From place to place, you have your own signature.
One way or another you'll get the right picture
See, lo siento yo en realidad me gusta la comida
The way to my heart is a chicken quesadilla.