I couldn't tell you what SPAGHETTI is
I can only tell you how it feels like
And right now there's a SPAGHETTI, in my windpipe
I can't breathe, but I still fight, while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight
High off of SPAGHETTI from my hate
It's like I'm huffing SPAGHETTI and I love it the more that I SPAGHETTI
I SPAGHETTI and right before I'm about to SPAGHETTI
She resuscitates me, she friccin hates SPAGHETTI,
And I love it, WAIT