Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel
I eat all them cause i'm a foodie, you're my tootsies who wear bluejeans that i freely fondle
A single so common
Look there's a pattern
You know better not to mess with my verses..
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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