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Lyrics
[Intro]
Hey little Sally, what's the time now?
Got the choice of cheese, what'll it be somehow?
Box or homemade, which one takes the crown?
Let's settle this, no more frown.
[Verse 1]
Chef's coat hanging, tired and worn,
Once a kitchen king, now feeling forlorn.
Homemade dreams in a box of gold,
But the love for fresh keeps growing old.
[Pre-Chorus]
Are you craving the rich, warm melt?
Or the stale, boxed, shelf-stored health?
Little Sally, your smile's the key,
To decide what’s best for thee.
[Chorus]
Mac and cheese, oh, sweet delight,
Good homemade or the one in sight?
Tired chef's heart, tired chef's hand,
You choose, little Sally, take a stand.
[Bridge]
Maybe it’s time for a new start,
Starbucks brew, to warm the heart.
Stale or fresh, the choice is yours,
In your hands, the flavor pours.
[Outro]
So tell me, Sally, what will it be?
Homemade love or factory?
No matter what, with you I see,
Joy in every cheese and spree.
Details
GeneratedOct 29, 2025
Duration2:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
Nostalgic acoustic folk, heartfelt vocals, warm guitar and gentle percussion
Credits
Prompt by
wildcowboydasher
wildcowboydasherModelAria v5
