Mangiare, oh
Cenare, oh
I got brown eyes and thick thighs n shit
Got his eyes on the prize, Im plus-size and fit
Im from the boot and I take pride in it
Im Italiana, baby, so dont try no shit
Let me break it down the best that I can
I need that rich sauce I dont need a rich man
Need him sweating over them hot pots and those pans
If he even want a chance, if he want that romance
Id come home to nonna every afternoon
She said, 'Amore the way to your cuore is to'
Shut up and give me pasta
Gnocchi gnocchi lasagna
Boy cook it faster
Stop tryna work me out
Cause it aint working out
Aiaiaiaiai!
Shut up and give me pasta
Penne penne lasagna
Side of focaccia
Stop tryna work me out
You know what Im about
Aiaiaiaiai!
Cause Im Italiana, theres no other way to calm me down
Im a crazy bitch, can you handle it?
Talk with hand signs, off that red wine
Like my man at the house with an apron
Make me sugo, I cry when I taste it
Nothing that some eggs and flour cant fix
Then we throw some parmigiano into the mix
Whipping up some limoncello, take a sip
Yes, I talk with my hands, tell me can you handle this?
Id come home to nonna every afternoon
She said, 'Amore the way to your cuore is to'
Shut up and give me pasta
Gnocchi gnocchi lasagna
Boy cook it faster
Stop tryna work me out
Cause it aint working out
Aiaiaiaiai!
Shut up and give me pasta
Penne penne lasagna
Side of focaccia
Stop tryna work me out
You know what Im about
Aiaiaiaiai!
Cause Im Italiana, theres no other way to calm me down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Id come home to nonna every afternoon
She said, 'Amore the way to your cuore is to'
Shut up and give me pasta
Gnocchi gnocchi lasagna
Boy cook it faster
Stop tryna work me out
Cause it aint working out
Aiaiaiaiai!
Shut up and give me pasta
Penne penne lasagna
Side of focaccia
Stop tryna work me out
You know what Im about
Aiaiaiaiai!
Cause Im Italiana, theres no other way to calm me down
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