In the store strolling the isles
Picking out groceries
That I find palatable to eat
But now it’s just not for me
I’ll get what you find tasty
So, I very happily start to think
And, what would you like?
 
It’s not about the food
It’s because of my love for you
I’m not happy, unless you are too
So whenever I make a move
Shopping, cooking, or whatever I do
I aim to please, so constantly
I find myself asking
And, what would you like?