My Cuisine Idol (Zurip's Song)
Why, can't I, be myself when you're around
For a brief instant, I felt my feet leave the ground
Then I come back down to earth, my life is all a lie
But I can't let go, no matter how hard I try
You like me better when you think that I'm weak
Culinarily, even though I'm not the peak
Of perfection, I can cook if I have to
But that's not how you see me, you think this me is true
Chorus
If I could only tell you, that you're who I want to be
Nothing will ever stop me, from having you with me
You are my dream, and in them, too
Every day's better, when I'm with you
My angel, my love, my cuisine idol
You get so frustrated with the problems I've got
When I can't even boil water without burning the pot
I've broken so many dishes, you'll soon have no more
Can't keep track of how many meals I've dumped on the floor
The clatter of cutlery can be heard all day
What a waste, all the food we had to throw away
I can't keep this up much longer,
Wish I could tell you the truth about me
How many days, how many dinners
Before I can let you see?
Chorus
I feel like I'm floating, with every little glance
I'd tell you who I really am, if only i had the chance
Maybe over a pot, of vegetarian spaghetti
I'll tell you, my love, when I feel that I'm ready
Chorus
I've loved you since I first saw you
My cuisine idol
Why, can't I, be myself when you're around
For a brief instant, I felt my feet leave the ground
Then I come back down to earth, my life is all a lie
But I can't let go, no matter how hard I try
You like me better when you think that I'm weak
Culinarily, even though I'm not the peak
Of perfection, I can cook if I have to
But that's not how you see me, you think this me is true
Chorus
If I could only tell you, that you're who I want to be
Nothing will ever stop me, from having you with me
You are my dream, and in them, too
Every day's better, when I'm with you
My angel, my love, my cuisine idol
You get so frustrated with the problems I've got
When I can't even boil water without burning the pot
I've broken so many dishes, you'll soon have no more
Can't keep track of how many meals I've dumped on the floor
The clatter of cutlery can be heard all day
What a waste, all the food we had to throw away
I can't keep this up much longer,
Wish I could tell you the truth about me
How many days, how many dinners
Before I can let you see?
Chorus
I feel like I'm floating, with every little glance
I'd tell you who I really am, if only i had the chance
Maybe over a pot, of vegetarian spaghetti
I'll tell you, my love, when I feel that I'm ready
Chorus
I've loved you since I first saw you
My cuisine idol
