Friday night is finally here and she knows what that means, wanton desire
Because this is the night they reserve for them, it's a rendezvous by the fire
It is her turn to cook, he made a scrumptious five course dinner last week
She decides to do him one better, so this night it will be Italian, and Greek
They usually eat at the table, but on couple's night, they dine on the floor
Suddenly she hears a stirring, her lover man's keys are jingling in the door
She whips off her apron and scurries to greet her guy with a big wet kiss
He drops his briefcase on the floor and sweeps her of her feet, what bliss
"It's all ready, Honey!", she exclaims, but he desires something else to eat
"What if I want my desert first?", he queries, "What if I want your meat?"
"You naughty boy, I worked my fingers to the bone, worked and slaved!"
Then he kisses her deeply, and she sighs, "I'm glad you're so depraved!"
