Meals and Murders






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I eat lies for breakfast but never at dinner; never again at last.

Meals and Murders

Egg,

Egg, butter;

Egg, butter; coffee of lies.

Egg, butter; coffee of lies. A toasted love letter,

Egg, butter; coffee of lies. A toasted love letter, and cinnamon of cries.

Though perfect for breakfast,

Though perfect for breakfast, still common I hear.

Though perfect for breakfast, still common I hear. That menu won't last,

Though perfect for breakfast, still common I hear. That menu won't last, because a recipe is near.

So I dialed you over,

So I dialed you over, later that five.

You said,

You said, "dinner's a vibe."

So glasses of wine,

So glasses of wine, I prepared that night.

Sparkled forks,

Sparkled forks, knives.

Sparkled forks, knives. Mashed potatoes,

Sparkled forks, knives. Mashed potatoes, chives.

You were to bring meat.

You were to bring meat. What other dish should we eat?

But instead of nine,

But instead of nine, at twelve you appeared.

And the worst of all sight,

And the worst of all sight, what you brought ain't meat,

And the worst of all sight, what you brought ain't meat. They're just excuses you greet.

You saw that coming,

You saw that coming, I saw that one, too.

Good thing,

Good thing, I prepared some stew.

So we drank,

So we drank, we ate;

So we drank, we ate; you commended the plate.

You said the food was fresh.

You said the food was fresh. "What a scrumptious flesh!"

But after a long silence you squealed,

But after a long silence you squealed, "I think your mascara's in my meal!"

But my love,

But my love, those feminine gear,

But my love, those feminine gear, Somebody else own them,

But my love, those feminine gear. Somebody else own them, I fear.

Meals and Murders | oujosayra

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