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When I sit down At the table I get excited To read your label Peeling back Your foil cover A small square of joy I discover Strawberry or grape Jelly or jam I don't really Give a **** I use a few On my toast That's the way I like it most I think I'm hooked Don't try and knock it I put a couple In my pocket When no one is looking Into my pocket I reach Slowly I pull one out Man I hope it's peach Always thinking about it That sticky substance I crave Won't someone help me I'm becoming it's slave In the fall It's homemade preserve On a Ritz ******* I like to serve I can't stop No matter how I try I'll be a slave to the jelly Till the day I die
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
Slave To The Jelly
When I sit down At the table I get excited To read your label Peeling back Your foil cover A small square of joy I discover Strawberry or grape Jelly or jam I don't really Give a **** I use a few On my toast That's the way I like it most I think I'm hooked Don't try and knock it I put a couple In my pocket When no one is looking Into my pocket I reach Slowly I pull one out Man I hope it's peach Always thinking about it That sticky substance I crave Won't someone help me I'm becoming it's slave In the fall It's homemade preserve On a Ritz ******* I like to serve I can't stop No matter how I try I'll be a slave to the jelly Till the day I die
#addiction#slave#jelly
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
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