Call this my song of thanksgiving
Let turkeys gobble away
My tank is full of thankfulness
over the day I met you
I fantasise over dressing you
I'll bring the gravy too
I'd like to slice my way
Between your breasts
Call you sweet potato pie
who needs cherries
when you have cranialberries
that were made to sauce
up my sky
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