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Ps. You don't need them anyway lol
Twist, twist, twist
Did they give me pizza, when I asked for meat?
You're the saddest brunch I ever ate
But you can bet before we're through
Mister gnaw, I'll make a Dish out of you
Tranquil as a dead fish but on fire within
Once you find your center, you are sure to Lose
You're a rotting berry, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a dish out of youuuuuuuuuuu
I'm never gonna catch my breath
Say goodbye to those who knew me
Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting cooking class
This gnaw's got 'em scared to death
Hope he doesn't see right through me
Now I really wish that I knew how to cook
Be a chef
We must be swift as the coursing soup
Be a farmer
With all the force of a great tomato stew
Be a gatherer
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the gnawwwwwwww
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