Cream Tortellini

Last night I found a sentence in your bed, just lying there between smiles and sweat. And I picked it up and said: Hey Baby, let’s get more of those! But then you rose from the bed and so on and shouted: No way! But what does it say? Oh Honey, you know I can’t tell you that! But it’s got the I, the L and the Y words in it. And then you started talking about buildings. Like if you had an ugly one just opposite a beautiful one, you would prefer to live in the ugly one, so that you could look out on the beautiful one. And not the other way around. And then you said that if love was Cream Tortellini you would prefer kebab. Cause it’s easier to get hold of if you come home late at night – perhaps a little tipsy – but you don’t have to if you don’t want to, and Kebab isn’t as fattening and that you aren’t that keen on pasta anyway.