I used to love lemon pie
Every dine i wish it would rise
On Sunday i saw myself in the mirror
I hated the sight
I fault the lemon pie
Everyone knew i loved lemon pie
Then every dine it came into view
I started to treat it like a loaf of rye
I began to live without lemon pie
Now I feel like i'm in the sky
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