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[Verse 1]
Saw you leanin’ at the counter, jeans painted tight,
Turkey slicin’ like you own the night.
Apron low, that look says “bite,”
I knew right then I’d lose this fight.
You say “extra meat?” — I say “please,”
You serve it hot, with a side of tease.
Sweat on your brow, pepper on your lips,
And I’m prayin’ for a taste of your hips.
[Chorus]
Denim, deli, and desire,
You got my buns risin’ higher and higher.
Steam from the slicer, heat from the street,
You're that rare cut I can't defeat.
Denim, deli, and desire —
Let’s get wrapped up in this fire.
[Verse 2]
You stack it thick with seasoned sin,
Pastrami moans and pickle grins.
That mustard drip? It's not by chance —
You’re servin’ lunch with a lap dance.
Back room keys, a whisper slice,
You lay it out — warm, wet, and nice.
Lettuce watch, tomato scream,
While you fulfill my meatball dream.
[Chorus]
Denim, deli, and desire,
Rye on the shelf, but I’m the buyer.
You got the mayo, I bring the jam,
Spread it thick — let’s break the dam.
Denim, deli, and desire —
Takin’ orders that require…
[Bridge – sultry breakdown]
Ooh, behind the counter, you cut so deep,
Slice through my hunger, no time for sleep.
I’ll take that to-go, or eat it right here —
Lay me down with a grinder and a leer.
[Final Chorus]
Denim, deli, and desire,
Pressed like paninis, set on fire.
You in denim, me on knees,
Lettin’ love drip like deli grease.
Denim, deli, and desire…
Servin’ lust that don't expire.
[Outro – spoken]
You wrap it tight, seal it slow…
And baby, I’ll come back tomorrow.
Details
GeneratedJul 8, 2025
Duration3:45
LanguageEnglish
Style
Funky Groove with a New York Street Soul Edge, Male Vocals
Credits
Prompt byXenialVector991
ModelAria v4
