A fat man like me
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can never bother with tea or brie
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I must go right to the main source
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and wolf it down like a rhinoceros
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but a woman like her
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can tease me with a warm hors d'ouevre
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She slices and dices nicely
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which has a way of enticing me
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armed with an apron and spatula
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she is a post-modern goddess of love
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so why does she feed me pate`
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when she knows what I'm gonna say
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Complicated potatoes again?
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complicated potatoes
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She spices her icings precisely
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arousing me aromatically
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I had a recent rhinoscopy
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so I could smell every recipe
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still she leaves me on pre-heat
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when she knows that I love to eat
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Complicated potatoes again
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complicated potatoes
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Complicated Potatoes
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