Grease on the Paper
Style: Doo wop

[Verse 1]
Grease coming through the bag
Newspaper gone soft and sad
You laugh and pass it over
Best seat I've had all year

[Pre-chorus]
No candles and no wine
Just chips and you and streetlight
And somehow it's enough to

[Chorus]
Maria, you make plain things shine
Salt on my fingers, you're still mine
Maria, hold the bag, hold my hand
This little feast is all I planned

[Verse 2]
Cod wrapped up so warm
You tear it half for me
Nothing about tonight is fancy
But it's the one I want to keep

[Pre-chorus]
No candles and no wine
Just chips and you and streetlight
And somehow it's enough to

[Chorus]
Maria, you make plain things shine
Salt on my fingers, you're still mine
Maria, hold the bag, hold my hand
This little feast is all I planned

[Bridge]
Some folks need the fancy kind
I just need you close, unhurried
Whatever's wrapped up, whatever's found
You make it taste like more than food

[Chorus]
Maria, you make plain things shine
Salt on my fingers, you're still mine
Maria, hold the bag, hold my hand
This little feast is all I planned

[Outro]
Bag's near empty, hands still greasy
You're the part that never leaves me

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