歌词
(Verse 1)
I walked into the joint, feeling hungry and fine,
Ordered me a steak, said, "Make it rare, that's mine."
But what they brought to me, oh, it wasn't right,
Cooked it well-done, turned my mood to night.
I said, "Hold up, waiter, what's the deal with this plate?
I asked for rare, not some overcooked mistake!"
But they just shrugged and said, "Sorry, that's our style."
Now I'm steaming like a kettle, can't even crack a smile.
(Chorus)
I want my steak rare, not overdone,
Bring it back to the kitchen, let's make this right, hun.
I need that juicy, tender, perfectly pink,
Don't serve me up disappointment, that's not what I think.
(Verse 2)
I ain't asking for the moon, just a steak that's done right,
Is that too much to ask, just for one bite?
But here I am, staring at this charcoal slab,
Feeling like I'm about to launch a verbal jab.
I want to taste the flavor, savor every bite,
But this overcooked mess, it just ain't right.
I'm sending it back, gotta make my voice heard,
I won't settle for less, not a single word.
(Chorus)
I want my steak rare, not overdone,
Bring it back to the kitchen, let's make this right, hun.
I need that juicy, tender, perfectly pink,
Don't serve me up disappointment, that's not what I think.
(Bridge)
I'm not just some customer you can brush aside,
I know what I want, don't you dare try to hide.
I'll wait for that perfect steak, I won't budge an inch,
Bring it to me rare, that's the win-win stitch.
(Outro)
So next time you're cooking, remember my plea,
Make it rare, make it right, that's the key.
I'll be back for that steak, but it better be rare,
Or I'll raise a fuss, I swear, I won't spare.
