I could spend my days writing love just for you.
Writing love, cooking love, brewing… Whatever you prefer.
I could stop the time and make forever memories with you.
Or beg the river to flow upstream to deliver my love.
But what you like, I don’t know.

Whether love to you is but a tale…
Maybe it’s a taboo for you to eat of my dishes.
It’s possible that you don’t drink…
I don’t want my love to end in a dump.
Or my pride to be hurt by your rejection.

So tell me what you like,
And I’ll be at your service.
Whether it’s beer or cocktail,
I’ll attend all schools to learn, to deliver.
Tell me what you you like.
Tell me what you like…
… and see what I do.