What I got is what you need What I got is special indeed What I got you will fiend There’s no need to wean Stay true in what you believe Your heart is forbidden Kicked with a spice of resentment Only sparks of joy makes you smile A group of words could not describe you better Knowing what is real is still determined Determined by adding and subtracting your inventory Your space and inventory is crowed with takeout Lunch Why take out Lunch when you can dine in with candles and red wine?