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I hold in my hand
A silver saucepan
Been looking for one this size

Been meaning to try
To start my days right
With Quakers not Marlboro Lights

But the kitchen's compiled
From people's free piles
The pots are defiled
By grease

And cooking for one
Is losing its fun
I'm starved for some company

And this here pot, it ain't half bad
I take that back, it's beautiful

Seems like silver, tarnished shine
This thing is from another time

And the years can go poof
When all that you do
Is work and stay home at night

And it's hard to eat well
And nurture yourself
When nobody's looking right

And you did not ask
To hear my whole past
You can just ring me up

But let it be said
I'll never regret
Spending this seven bucks

Cause this here pot, it aint half bad
I take that back, it's beautiful

Seen some shit but clean inside
This thing is gonna do just fine

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