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the humble that spills
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You have to wear a tie to drink my golden brew
You have to look the part, mate
To match the heart, mate
A three-piece stovepipe razor-crease pin stripe
Auricular reflection a fourth of a foot off the floor
And a bowler, planted firmly on the peg
You have to be a man to drink my liquid lunch
Where d’you think I got my hair?
Point is it doesn’t go down easy
Just like the man, the man you need to be
To get each finely crafted bubble down
To get each finely crafted bubble down
You have to wear a mask to hear me cook up a treat
Nil by mouth, and keep your eyes off my naked flame
But you can listen to me make it, I don’t mind
I only have one secret herb-and-spice but my dinner’s different every night
You have to wear an apron to eat my humble pie
It isn’t what it is but what I’ve done with it that counts
Three humble pie, five humble pie, six humble pie
A count – a count without an O
And every count needs an apron made of lead-lined leather
To hose off the humble that spills
To hose off the humble that spills, unselected, naturally
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You smell like you taste like
Nice and warm
A standard deviation of the norm
A sophomore intruder in a freshman dorm
A semaphore inflection in a midnight thunderstorm
You smell like you taste like
A garden for a wild blue rose
And crosslegged prose
A lifesaving, breathtaking, cosmetic nose
A starch-stiff collar and a midsummer, four-dollar pantyhose
You smell like you taste like
A street-walking, pocket-rubbing hard
A sticky middle finger in the bushes of a schoolyard
A tongue-in-cheek non-speaking part
An imitation chicken with a breadcrumb heart
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flat, as well
02:53
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Taking baths, was never this much fun
Soaking wet and yet there’s lots of, something to be done
Towel me briskly, if you dare
Rapid action back and front to prove that you’re the one
Baking bread, never brought me glee
Kneading dough although it’s only, temporarily
Cook me slowly, if you care
In your haste to taste don’t let the air escape from me
Raking leaves, never made me smile
Autumn dreams it seems refuse to, make a messy pile
Sweep me gently, and beware
In the spring you’ll sing but that won’t be for quite a while
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sawcutter
04:06
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my colonel your order
04:09
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