Dinning table

It looks that I don't have nobody
Even if I'm at this party
Won't you move closer
And be my lover?

I'm sick of being alone
To party on my own
So I pick up the phone book
And search for you.

Your dress was so pink
That I could not think
I gave up this fight
Cause I guess you'd bite.

There's a sudden urge to eat
And I'm at your feet.
It feels like dying
But you won't see me crying.

I'm here all alone
Under my handmade home

It looks like a table
That's very unstable.