Let me paint you a picture
By my very own hand
It's not much of a picture;
It's not much of a hand
Let me sing you a song
At the top of my voice
You can't sing along
I won't give you the choice
Let me cook you a meal
From scratch, if you will
But have low expectations
And don't eat your fill
Let me tell you a story
That I'll dream up for you
You won't believe what I say
But it still could be true
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