Cut my slice into pieces This is my last cheese-tort, Organic,

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Cut my slice into pieces
This is my last cheese-tort,
Organic, no grease and
Don't give a fuck if I make dough kneading
This is my last cheese-tort,

Cut my slice into pieces
I've prepped my last cheese-tort,
Silk apron, no pleating
Don't give a fuck if I make dough kneading
Do you even care if I fry while eating?

Would it be wrong, would it be right?
If I cook without my knife tonight,
Chances are that I might
Prep-station out of sight
And I'm contemplating soup and sides

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me that was lime
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me that was lime

I never realized I was spreading too thin
'Til it was too late and they burnt to the tin
Hungry - feeding on chives and eating ramen
/ck/-life, where do I begin?

It all started when I lost my butter
None on the shelf and none in the cupboard
Searching - to find some upon a higher level
Finding nothing but almond and the hydrogenated devil

'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell that was lime
Losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me that was lime

Nothing's cooked right, no thing doesn't have lime

I'm running out of thyme
thyme [4x]
can't go on cooking this way