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My morning eggs are undercooked

Between each food there is no space

I could use a little more sugar

in just the right place

I look across the way

Oh wow he such a dream

He’s staring in my direction

Should I ask him for some cream?

I’m in need of a little jelly

Can he spare some from his jar?

My pancakes are short on syrup

Shame how bare they are

Omg he’s coming over

Oh my heart, he didn’t stop

My life-story - he keeps going

Guess I’ll Lonely Heart she-bop