When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie….
….well that’s just really surreal, quite frankly.
The song goes, “When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie, that’s amore.”
Soo, can I interpret this as, being in love, or ‘amore’ if you will, is like getting hit in the face with a giant pizza?
THE HORROR….unless you’re hungry. Really hungry.
Messy. If you hated pepperoni before, you’d sure as hell hate getting a faceful of galactic-sized portions of it, wouldn’t you? Stuffed crust, deep pan liaisons? Moving on….
“When the world shines, like you’ve had too much wine….” – Oh. Making more sense now.