You're the bacon to my eggs in a Sunday morning brunch
You're the pepper to my salt, the juicy to my crunch
You're the sushi, I'm the fake wasabi on the side
You're the brie and I'm the screw-top wine

	Everything tastes better
	When we are together
	Cooking up our perfect recipe

You're the cookie to my milk, when Santa comes to town
You're the gravy dripping off my mashed potato mound
You're the jelly spread upon my peanut butter toast
The scoop of custard in my root beer float

	Everything tastes better
	When we are together
	Cooking up our perfect recipe
	
You're the macaroni to the packet of my cheese
You're the mustard to my ketchup, you're my favorite squeeze
You're the guacamole in my beefy nacho bowl 
You're the chicken soup to my soul

	Everything tastes better
	When we are together
	Cooking up our perfect recipe