On Lady and the Tramp

There's a moment
A--I believe a--perfect moment
That best exemplifies
Love

It occurs
In 'Lady and the Tramp'
And it's when Lady
And the Tramp
Are at the Italian restaurant
And the jolly Italian men are singing
And there's spaghetti on the table
Out on this table
In this alleyway
With a little checkered tablecloth
And everything

And the Tramp
Pushes a meatball across the plate
To Lady

Now, everyone I know
Who's seen that movie
And truly appreciates it
Knows one thing:

We would all give up our lives
To be those two dogs
In that dirty alleyway
Eating what must be left-over spaghetti
With no utensils
While fat men with mustaches
Sing at us
In Italian

Because

The purest form of love
Has to be
Knowing you're a tramp
That you're no good
That you'll never be any good
And that nobody will adopt you
Or let you into their house
Because you have fleas
And you smell
And daschunds probably judge you

But also knowing
That this person, dog, whatever
So much better than you
So much classier and prettier
And with a cute little collar
And trusting eyes

Likes you so much

That she'll eat spaghetti with you
Out in this alleyway
And fall in love with you
Just because the moment's too perfect not to

And you push your meatball at her
With your little nose
And it's like you're saying

'Love me, okay?  I don't have a fork and even if I did I couldn't use it because I have paws, but just please love me and I'll get the beaver to take the muzzle off you and then we'll be together forever, all right?  Just do that for me."

And she's like--

'Sure, no problem.  Thanks for the meatball.'

And it's unbelievably beautiful

Because before love was something else
And now...

And now love is this

It's that simple, you know?

That's why everybody looks at it
And goes--Yeah, that's what I want!

What they mean is
It's simple

It really is
That simple