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meatbag & machine - i married for the free breadsticks lyrics

[intro]
people say true love’s a beautiful thing
but can it be dipped in marinara with a parmesan ring?!

[verse 1]
met him in january, married by july
didn’t hear the vows, i had breadsticks on the mind!
friends said, “girl, you’re rushing, are you sure?”
well, have you had a bite of that garlic b_tter core?!

[pre_chorus]
they’re warm, they’re free, they’re endless, they’re mine
the b_ttery glow, it’s so divine

[chorus]
i married for the free breadsticks!
(hot and fresh, straight from the ovеn!)
golden brown, b_tter drippin’!
(dipped in lovе, carbs from above!)
signed my name, said “i do,”
got a ring and a basket too
‘til death do we part—or ‘til they start charging!
i don’t even care that my hips are enlarging!

[verse 2]
second date, he said “i love you,” what a shame
all i heard was, “here’s a basket,” and i changed my last name!
people talk about romance, passion, and fate
but can your soulmate be served on a plate?!
[pre_chorus]
they’re warm, they’re free, they’re fluffy, they’re right
drenched in garlic, love at first bite

[chorus]
i married for the free breadsticks!
(hot and fresh, straight from the oven!)
golden brown, b_tter drippin’!
(dipped in love, carbs from above!)
signed my name, said “i do,”
got a ring and a basket too
‘til death do we part—or ‘til they start charging!
i don’t even care that my hips are enlarging!

[bridge]
maybe i was blind. maybe i was wrong
maybe true love, was the bread all along
—what did he say?
oh, never mind, they brought a fresh tray!

[verse 3]
now i’m deep in this family biz
slingin’ pasta, dodgin’ sauce stains, raisin’ kids!
but when the stress hits, i know what to do
one bite of that bread, and i say “, boo!”
[final chorus]
i married for the free breadsticks!
(hot and fresh, straight from the oven!)
golden brown, b_tter drippin’!
(dipped in love, carbs from above!)
signed my name, said “i do,”
got a ring and a basket too
would i do it all again?
as long as the bread keeps coming—i’m yours!

[outro]
waiter, can we get another round for the table?
oh, and a little more alfredo… grazie!

- meatbag machine

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