a line graph of my libidinal flow when blue team won sports day on my birthday

MoMA Curation Team-Building Workshop At The Yankees Game

mmmm 2 (Burgers)

I smote down my enemies to ashes 
A year before push came to shove 
And push was at my door with a rifle 
And forced me to die for your love 

Ooohhh
Ooohhh

You had a name, 
boiling oil pizza 

And it would take Thor’s sewing kit, just to pin you down 
And it would take a lot of balls just to spare ya 
Bended my old Bended back to your feet and I can see
Your tying up your shoes to run free

I smote down my enemies to ashes 
Cos y’all were bein big fuckin fucks 
And that dumbo ear steak I boiled at your place 
Shrivelled up in the water of our love 

Ooohhh
Ooohhh

You had a name 
But I lost it in my pizza

And as for the Nike man, with a tick up his arse 
He’ll need a lot of cigarettes or a whole loada farts  
And i’m back at your feet with my head on the ground and 
Your tying up your shoes to run away from me

Once we were tied at the knee
But balls in the gutter were breaking me 
Might just tie them shoes separately 
And bowl in different lanes

ME MOO MOOSIC, MA!

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