He treats you like a loaf,
I think he's the oaf,
To him you're a piece of bread,
That's not how he see's it in his head.
They're both trying to toast.
They're both crying to coast.
She treats him like a toy,
Seeing him suffer brings her joy,
That's not how she see's it in her head,
It's heard in words she said.
They're both trying to toast.
They're both crying to coast.
They're both trying to land butter side up.
I'll give 'em both a hand raise the cup,
and toast.
He's covered in butter,
She's too busy with other,
Things to take a bite,
She'd rather snack on everything in sight.
She's covered in jelly.
He'll never reach her belly,
He's out with his cocktail on a coaster
Instead of at home with his toaster.
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