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The story of my life, well let’s just say it’s a fork and knife.
There is one thing on my mind, one thing all the time; I got to fill my month.
Go no favorite meal, I say every meal is clean ifit fills me up for real.
My belly’s big and it’s just a start, my appetite is my heart.
And when I had enough I just throw up and aught.

This time, it’s not a cow, it’s kind of personal, can’t explain to you why.
This time, it’s a cow, so Mr. .PC is you ready to bow.

Breakfast in bed, the beds in the kitchen so it’s easy to be fed.
And when I’m fed, yes when I’m fed, I go right back to bed.
Food and sleep watch, the things should keep me from having too much.
Sometimes it feels that I could kill of desert.

The story of my life, a big fork and the sharpest knife.
I guess this solid bridge leads me on to the nearest fridge.
Not a pig, sheep, chicken, moose, duck, snake, horse or a frog.

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