[HIM]
I hung around McDonalds (You did?)
Until I caught your eye (Me?)
You'd finished off your fourteenth Happy Meal
And extra extra fries (mmmm.)

With pickles down your shirt front
And ketchup on your chins
Although you made a sound, quite flatulent
I just heard violins

Can I feel your flub tonight?
Caress your ample girth?
I'd love to dive into your fleshiness
I'm sure we'll move the earth

I'm turned on by your waddle
And how you need three seats
And my heart melts like macaroni cheese
Each time you beg for treats

[HER]
No holding back, no hiding
The chocolate cake I crave
I'll need my fix of all things sugary
If we're to "misbehave"

[HIM]
Can I feel your chub tonight?
Can we hop into bed?
You're once, you're twice, you're seven times the gal
That Lionel Ritchie said

[HER]
You can feel my flub tonight!
I'll be your trampoline!
I've got the handcuffs, oil and spatula
So don't forget the cream!

And once you've felt my chub tonight
Had your merry way

I'll tell you that I've booked our wedding date
On Springer, next Friday