Oh love,
You’re like a loaf of bread,
Baked in golden oven,
That gives me precious life.
Without bread, everyone is wrecked,
And no exception to me,
‘Coz I didn’t come from above.
Baby, If you wanna offer me half-baked bread,
Offer me not forever,
‘Coz it must break my diet,
And half-dead will sway me,
That to me is worse than breathless.