An original song based on NBC's Hannibal.
Written and performed by Lucinda Holdsworth
Filmed and edited by Holly Holdsworth
Lyrics
Nice to meet you, my, my, I must have you for dinner sir,
Just ignore all the knives, I'm planning on a nice chasseur,
Come closer, my, my, you're the meaning of forbidden fruit.
Don't believe all my lies, I'm the devil in a three piece suit.
Chorus
Do I miss the way you smell, or is that just the chef in me?
When you're near I feel unwell, is it hunger or our chemistry?
Friend or lunch? I just can't tell. Either way you belong to me,
And I will drag you down to hell, cause you've seen what I can be.
Let me into your head, let me help you any way I can,
God knows, all my life I've just loved to serve my fellow man.
I'm a riddle to you. Friend or toy? Aperitif?
Sometimes I find it hard to remember which you are to me.
Chorus
Do I miss the way you smell, or is that just the chef in me?
When you're near I feel unwell, is it hunger or our chemistry?
Friend or lunch? I just can't tell. Either way you belong to me,
And I will drag you down to hell, cause you've seen what I can be.
I'm a mystery, don't pry, you don't want to see my real face,
See the poison inside, my dear friend it would be such waste.
In this world all around I see rudeness thrive and goodness debased,
But in you I have found now a man of such exquisite taste.
Chorus
Do I miss the way you smell, or is that just the chef in me?
When you're near I feel unwell, is it hunger or our chemistry?
Friend or lunch? I just can't tell. Either way you belong to me,
And I will drag you down to hell, cause I seen what you can be,
When you see things like I see. You're just like me.
16 сен 2013
