Bacon on Christmas Morning
Pop n Foodie
Bacon on Christmas Morning follows a narrator who slips out of bed to savor bacon while their partner sleeps.
Lyrics
He's still dreaming in the sheets we share,
But I'm slipping out for my secret affair.
The kitchen hums, my pulse won't wait,
I'm meeting my lover on a ruby plate.
Gold in the pan, sweet perfume rise,
That salty sin, my favorite vice.
Forget the mistletoe and you—
There's something better I must do.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
You fill my soul, make me lose control.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
Caress my lips and make me blush.
I hold you close, I feel the rush,
Each bite—an ecstasy yearning.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
You're all I'm dreaming of.
I lick the air, that perfect burn,
The world could end, and I never turn.
Grease on my lips, a guilty sigh,
He's dreaming still, and so am I.
Temptation sings from skillet fire,
Every pop a small desire.
Forget your arms, I've made my choice,
That sizzle is my angel's voice.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
You fill my soul, make me lose control.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
Caress my lips and make me blush.
I hold you close, I feel the rush,
Each bite—an ecstasy yearning.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
You're all I'm dreaming of.
Let the sleigh bells fade to steam,
Let me taste this waking dream.
Heaven's calling from the stove,
This is my forbidden love.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
You fill my soul, make me lose control.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
Caress my lips and make me blush.
I hold you close, I feel the rush,
Each bite—an ecstasy yearning.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
You're all I'm dreaming of.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
You fill my soul, make me lose control.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
Caress my lips and make me blush.
I hold you close, I feel the rush,
Each bite—an ecstasy yearning.
Bacon on Christmas morning,
You're all I'm dreaming of.
