Soaring through space, traveling the speed of light I think of your face, then I get sick and start to puke Dinner comes a’spraying out… When it’s gone I’ll keep dry heaving ‘til I get my mind on something else
I’m tired of this food, I long for a good piece of steak But paste in a tube is better than home, girl, ‘cause you can’t cook You were such a gorgeous woman ‘til you made me dinner now I’ll never look at you the same again.
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