[Verse] Morning light spills on chipped white tiles, Coffee brewing slow, that vintage smile. Secondhand spoons, a little chipped glass, But they catch the glow, turn moments to gold fast. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t need much, just a little spark, In this thrift-store kitchen, lighting up the dark. [Chorus] This is our kind of love, simple and true, Mixing dreams in a bowl, just me and you. Every corner holds a story, every shelf a hope, In our little kitchen, we learn to cope. [Verse] Jukebox tunes spin on a dusty old beat, Your laugh fills the room, makes this place complete. A beat-up toaster, but it’s ours to own, In this space, we’ve made a world our own. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t need much, just a little spark, In this thrift-store kitchen, lighting up the dark. [Chorus] This is our kind of love, simple and true, Mixing dreams in a bowl, just me and you. Every corner holds a story, every shelf a hope, In our little kitchen, we learn to cope. [Bridge] Under faded curtains, the sunlight sways, We dance in silence, in these humble ways. No need for diamonds when the heart is gold, In the warmth of us, this story’s told. [Chorus] This is our kind of love, simple and true, Mixing dreams in a bowl, just me and you. Every corner holds a story, every shelf a hope, In our little kitchen, we learn to cope. [Outro] Yeah, in our little kitchen, Love’s the only recipe we’ll ever need.