Makes Me Fatta
Yada yada yada love those enchiladas
Any time of the day, so it makes me fatta
Nothing else spins my noodle
Could eat oodles and oodles
Italy wouldn't exist without my pasta extravaganza
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2020
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