Baby, we're in it
Baby, up to the hilt
Good girl, get sick
You'll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta...
I've tried everything to change your 'holy' recipe
"Mama doesn't cook them like that,
You spoiled it all, way too much salt"
They're just untouchable, your Pasta e Basta
I've tried to add things, to make them look 'original'
I've tried to replace by Shirataki noo-oodles
Damn myself to get anything new,
Find romance on the menu
They're just untouchable, your Pasta e Basta
Baby, we're in it (seafood)
Baby, up to the hilt (sushi)
Good girl, get sick (octopus)
You'll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta...
Baby, we're in it (chicken)
Baby, up to the hilt (burger)
Good girl, get sick (french fries)
You'll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta...
I've tried to devil them, make them taste more... erotic
Read books of botanic to make them more... ecstatic...
Clearly not worth the trouble
The effect? Has doubled
They're just untouchable, your Pasta e Basta
I've tried to tie you in front of a plate of rice
I've tried to think strategic, started a 'SEX STRIKE!'
You got me turning neurotic,
Kind of depressed, psychotic
They're just untouchable, your Pasta e Basta!
Baby, up to the hilt
Good girl, get sick
You'll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta...
Baby, we're in it (whoopee)
Baby, up to the hilt (porridge)
Good girl, get sick (butterscotch)
You'll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta...
I've tried everything from the Z to the ABCI've tried everything to change your 'holy' recipe
You got me turning neurotic,
Kind of depressed, psychotic
You'll end up all alone
With Pasta e Basta...