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You can say that I'm one curly fry in the box of the regular
Messing with the flavor oh the flavor that you savor
Saving me for last but you better not eat me at all
Living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt

People say that I'm crazy for not moving on to better things
Instead I'm sitting around trash-talking with the onion rings
But it's much too soon to leave this easy life
Pass me the spoon. Pass the analytical knife


I've had this song stuck in my head all day. I'm hoping by writing it out I'll be able to remove it from my brain.
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