Van Can Cook
If you want to lose weight, lose weight
Come with me and be my wife.
Skydiving, hand gliding, and cliff diving
Kayaking or even adventurous sailing
You name it and you will see
Flickering fire shines our dates
With rice balls, fresh grilled fishes, and a guitar.
And when we get home, our sweet home
Honey, I’d look to cook
But you need to show me how.
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