Story of my life, story of my Well, just say it's a fork and a knife There's one on my mind, one thing all the time I gotta fill my
Got no meal, got no favorite meal I say meal is clean if it fills me up for real My belly's big and that's the start My my heart
And when had enough I just throw up and laugh But this time, this it's not a cow Kind of personal, can't to you why No, this time, time it's not a cow So Mr. PC, are you to bow?
in bed, breakfast in bed The bed is in the so it's easy to be fed I'm fed, yes, when I am fed I go right to bed
Food and sleep, watch, and sleep, watch things should keep me from having too much My belly is big and that's the start My appetite's my
Sometimes it feels that I could kill for This time, this it's not a cow kind of personal, can't explain to you why No, time, this time it's not a cow So Mr. PC, are you to bow?
of my life A big fork and the knife I guess this solid, solid, solid, solid bridge me on To the fridge
And when had enough I just throw up and laugh So time, this time it's not a cow It's kind of personal, can't to you why No, this time, this it's not a cow So Mr. PC, are you to bow?
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