Dead Plate - Leshy-P/GUMI (グミ)

Lyrics by：Leshy-P

Composed by：Leshy-P

That forbidden taste cannot be fought

The guy I'm thinking about haunts me in my thought

Money won't help me become happy

The light is dizzing and the glass smoke

Brady welcome to the bistro La Gueule de Saturne

Where memories brings me to the past return

Where deep sadness wrapped in patties of my pain

Where I cook up my emotions drinked 'em with champagne

How does it taste Rody

Tell me do you feel it

On this dead plate Rody

I'll find the hope I need

I can cook any food you like

My knife holds the power

I can cook the girl you love

But what is her taste

Love may be bittersweet mon amour

Without him I'm incomplete rendez-vous

Rendez-vous with deja-vu of feeling blue

'Cause for me the most tasty lemon is you

How does it taste Rody

Tell me do you feel it

On this dead plate Rody

I'll find the hope I need

She's looking so petite

Dear Rody bon appétit

And don't tell me what to do

Would you like to be in my menu