Ladies and gentlemen...this is Tango #7

One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven layers so I have to fly
To the Taco Bell, run for the Border
The girl insists that I share some with her
But I really don't wanna

When she gave my paper bowl a peek
I say "I don't think so" then she starts to weep
I like tacos, burritos, enchiritos, and fajitas
But my 7 layer-nacho my lady won't get to eat-a
So I told the girl to buy her own little bowl
But she insisted that she wanted mine more.
I just said, "Aw, let me explain, my sweet moppet."
She sobbed as I continued to munch it.

Chorus:
A little bit of tomato in my life
A little bit of steak bites with my knife
A little bit of onion's what I need
A little guacamole what I feed
A little bit of sour cream in the side
A little bit of hot sauce to let it slide
A little bit of spice is what I feel
A little bit of chips makes it a meal
Tango #7

She looked and walked her fingers all around
I was hip though she didn't make a sound
"Darling please put your fingers down."
She poked one step left and I scoot to the right
Told her she really didn't need to fight
"Oh, here's wo pieces", so she held me tight.
And we both smiled as I said, "Yeah I guess I did right."

(Repeat chorus)

Munch it and crunch it Tango #7

(Repeat chorus)

"I do all to fall in love with a girl like you
'cause my nachos are exactly that
And I couldn't bear to see you fat."