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I look to the left, I look to the right A smell pulls me to a cafe inside Aware that I'm tired 'cause day's been long There's nothing more for today to go wrong I pull a chair to sit with pride I look to the left, I look to the right I want, I want, I want something sweet this night People sitting, chit chatting amidst a loud song Where else would I rather tonight belong Waiter brings the menu, I start to read and recite I look to the left, I look to the right Brain wants the taste of appealing yellow bright Yummy for my tummy, baked with crumbles Run through the gourmet wondering where I'd stumble Has to be creamy, textured, a heavy slice of delight I look to the left, I look to the right He sat by me, "Cheesecake!", he cried It's shiny, it's delicious, it's lemon, it's moist Cheesecake it is! There's no question of diet Why did I not choose this first, right? He looks to the left, I look to the right Slides his friendly arm around, I stared back all surprised Waiter "Here's Lemon cheesecake with crumbles white" Put a seal of approval? Yes, we might! We could stare at each other forever alright, But we'd rather prefer cheesecake; to infinite For bigger and bigger bite we fight, As we realise this is our bestest night, Indulged in smoothness, to heaven we confide
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
Cheesecake / Piece-cake
I look to the left, I look to the right A smell pulls me to a cafe inside Aware that I'm tired 'cause day's been long There's nothing more for today to go wrong I pull a chair to sit with pride I look to the left, I look to the right I want, I want, I want something sweet this night People sitting, chit chatting amidst a loud song Where else would I rather tonight belong Waiter brings the menu, I start to read and recite I look to the left, I look to the right Brain wants the taste of appealing yellow bright Yummy for my tummy, baked with crumbles Run through the gourmet wondering where I'd stumble Has to be creamy, textured, a heavy slice of delight I look to the left, I look to the right He sat by me, "Cheesecake!", he cried It's shiny, it's delicious, it's lemon, it's moist Cheesecake it is! There's no question of diet Why did I not choose this first, right? He looks to the left, I look to the right Slides his friendly arm around, I stared back all surprised Waiter "Here's Lemon cheesecake with crumbles white" Put a seal of approval? Yes, we might! We could stare at each other forever alright, But we'd rather prefer cheesecake; to infinite For bigger and bigger bite we fight, As we realise this is our bestest night, Indulged in smoothness, to heaven we confide
amee
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
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