Matthew S.
Yelp
And you may find yourself, craving an Italian lunch
And you may find yourself in another part of the city
And you may find yourself, putting cotton balls in your ears from all the annoying music
And you may find yourself with a mediocre portion, with mediocre taste
And you may ask yourself, "Well, why did I go here?"
Letting the food go down (grilled octopus undercooked)
Letting the food go down (too much pepper I mistook)
Feeling real blue again, after my moneys gone
Overpriced pasta, food very very fair
And you may ask yourself, "How do I eat this?"
And you may ask yourself, "Where are those cotton balls?"
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my mediocre portion."
And you may tell yourself, "This is not my mediocre taste!'
Letting the food go down (grilled octopus undercooked)
Letting the food go down (too much pepper I mistook)
Feeling real blue again, after my moneys gone
Overpriced pasta, food very very fair
Bland as it ever was, bland as it ever was
Bland as it ever was, bland as it ever was
Bland as it ever was, bland as it ever was
Bland as it ever was, bland as it ever was
Burrata digesting, and burrata removing
There's no bread, none at all for free
Under the table, or over the table
Letting the food go down (grilled octopus undercooked)
Letting the food go down (too much pepper I mistook)
Feeling real blue again, after my moneys gone
Overpriced pasta, food very very fair
You may ask yourself, "What is that mediocre portion?"
You may ask yourself, "Where does all that wasted food go to?"
And you may ask yourself, "Was this overcooked? It was this undercooked?
And you may say to yourself, "My G-d, what have I done?"