Baby I said
What I said
You've got some good meat
But you don't
Need no bread
Baby you can come
Laughing!
You can come
Crying!
But imaginary
And then eggs you've got
They need to be frying!
Baby you've got the stove
And it needs to be
Really hot!
And if you've got some whiskey
I just need a shot
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