She's dreamin' about a steak, it gets her teeth hot
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Within a minute or two, she's startin' to chew
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She's coughing up a clot
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Blood-soaked slices, ripe and raw
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Shredded pulp from jaw to jaw
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The aftertaste of fiber-paste is salty denouement
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Well, why don't we all dig in, and suck us up some innard?
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This here pig's been dead a long long time
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I been around awhile, been lunched and brunched and dinnered
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And nothing beats a sweaty slab of prime
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She's no vegetarian, she's nobody's fool
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She packs in pounds of greasy grounds
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You can smell it in her stool
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She's dreamin' about a steak, it gets her teeth hot, hot
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Within a minute or two, she's startin' to chew
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She's coughing up a clot
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Not dead yet, but gettin' close, so close
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Pretty soon she's comatose
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A victim of a poisoned protein overdose
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Well, why don't we all dig in, and suck us up some innard?
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This here pig's been dead a long, long, long, long, long, long time
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I been around awhile, been lunched and brunched and dinnered
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And nothing beats a, nothing beats a sweaty slab of prime
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She's no vegetarian, she's nobody's fool
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She packs in pounds of greasy grounds
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You can smell it in her stool
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She's No Vegetarian
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| Bubblemath |
