Verse 1 (MALE)
Hold up, pause the menu, wait a minute now,
We gotta talk about what you’re ordering out,
I’m a pepperoni, tried-and-true guy,
You’re committing crimes with tropical pies.
Verse 1 (FEMALE)
Crimes? Please, take a breath, sit down,
It’s sweet meets heat on a golden round,
Just because it’s bold doesn’t mean it’s wrong,
Sometimes the best things don’t follow along.
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Pre-Chorus (Both)
MALE: Tomatoes were enough.
FEMALE: You just hate having fun.
MALE: This is culinary blasphemy.
FEMALE: This is called discovery.
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Chorus (MALE AND FEMALE SING TOGETHER)
Put the pineapple on trial, call the jury tonight,
He’s got marinara fury, I’ve got toppings and pride,
We’re debating in the kitchen in the neon fridge light,
Over little yellow triangles and who’s actually right.
He says “Throw it away,” I say “Order it twice,”
This is love in real time with a side of spice,
Yeah we don’t agree, but we laugh through the fight,
It’s pineapple on trial tonight.
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Verse 2 (FEMALE)
You eat cold leftovers straight from the box,
But suddenly you’re fancy with food-related thoughts,
You dip fries in milkshakes, don’t look so shocked,
Yet pineapple’s where the line gets drawn?
Verse 2 (MALE)
That was one time, I was tired and weak,
This is different, this is sacred cuisine,
Pizza’s tradition, a cultural rite,
You’re out here leading a topping uprising.
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Pre-Chorus 2 (Both)
FEMALE: Be brave, take a bite.
MALE: I respectfully decline.
FEMALE: Just one slice.
MALE: …You’re very persuasive.
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Chorus (MAKE AND FEMALE SING TOGETHER)
Put the pineapple on trial, bang the gavel, be loud,
You’re bringing sweet to the table, I’m defending the crowd,
We’re lawyers in pajamas, making closing remarks,
With a thin crust case and a box in the dark.
He says “Never again,” I say “Give it some time,”
He steals one slice when I turn around twice,
Yeah we don’t agree, but it feels just right,
It’s pineapple on trial tonight.
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Bridge (Back-and-forth, playful but grounded)
MALE: Fruit doesn’t belong on bread.
FEMALE: Says the man who eats jam instead.
MALE: You’re impossible.
FEMALE: You’re predictable.
MALE AND FEMALE: Somehow we balance out.
FEMALE: Sweet meets salty.
MALE: Bold and risky.
FEMALE: Take the leap.
MALE: Don’t push your luck.
(beat drop)
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Final Chorus (Bigger energy)
Put the pineapple on trial, but the verdict’s unclear,
We’re laughing in the kitchen while the box disappears,
It’s not really pizza that we’re fighting about,
It’s two stubborn hearts figuring it out.
He says “It’s a sin,” I say “It’s divine,”
He pretends to protest while he’s finishing mine,
Yeah we don’t agree, but that’s our delight,
It’s pineapple on trial tonight.
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