Burned sauce, sticky spaghetti

You say I'm hard to read but... But how can I open the book When I still don't even know If it's a book you like at all I can show you it's letters Once I know if you want to Until then you'll see my cover The rest is for you to unveil But imagine you do And imagine I'd known You can bet your ass I would've kissed you Right on the spot Over the stove Burning the sauce Sticky spaghetti Just the two of us Sitting and chatting Until 2am Over sticky spaghetti and burned sauce Can we...?