[Verse 1]

Since she’s not capable of making relationships last

She has decided to make her life a real blast

She’ll need a 12-month vacation a year, not much to ask

Not possible, though; finding joy will be her new task

[Chorus]

Oh, she’ll have friends over, cooking up a storm,

Like an Italian grandma; food is a love form.

They’ll sit in the kitchen, not noticing hours gone,

Laugh, cry, and talk endlessly, strengthening their bond.

[Verse 2]

She’ll drink water from a crystal champagne glass,

Dressing up for high tea with her cat on the grass

Who invented the concept of being normal, anyway?

It’s so unbearably predictable, wasting beautiful days.

[Chorus]

Oh, she’ll have friends over, cooking up a storm,

Like an Italian grandma; food is a love form.

They’ll sit in the kitchen, not noticing hours gone,

Laugh, cry, and talk endlessly, strengthening their bond.

[Verse]

She’ll pitch a tent with blankets in her living room,

Hang up a lantern, and create an indoor moon.

With her favorite book, she’ll turn off her phone,

Keep her inner child alive, embracing time alone.

[Bridge]

She’s a believer in magic, selling unicorns bright,

May or may not come with colorful rainbows in sight.

Batteries are not included, just add pure delight;

Discount code DREAM for twenty percent off tonight.

[Chorus]

Oh, she’ll have friends over, cooking up a storm,

Like an Italian grandma; food is a love form.

They’ll sit in the kitchen, not noticing hours gone,

Laugh, cry, and talk endlessly, strengthening their bond.

[Verse 4]

The breakup was nothing but a weight loss kickstart,

Staying healthy will keep her from falling apart.

No man’s worth messing up the mascara she put on,

She’ll clean up her tears, and let the past be gone.

[Bridge]

As you wouldn’t expect less from a bona fide lady,

She has her set of power tools, she’s quite handy.

A man would be an amusing distraction, no real utility,

Heartaches have no real function, a waste of energy

[Chorus]

Oh, she’ll have friends over, cooking up a storm,

Like an Italian grandma; food is a love form.

They’ll sit in the kitchen, not noticing hours gone,

Laugh, cry, and talk endlessly, strengthening their bond.