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Consider my love your Sunday brunch You may pick and choose at will I’ll replenish what you take And swap out what you don’t |
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If you choose to pass me by I could cry and cry and cry Or simply revamp my offering To something you find more pleasing |
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And while away a dreamy week Chancing that you should hunger For the luscious spread I offer And stop by quite unannounced Considering my love your Sunday brunch |
