Paper Bag Princeless
Another paper bag sits on the table.
Just haunting me with memories of how life used to be,
memories of how you used to be.
For before those paper bags with those four letters on them,
LCBO,
came into play we used to laugh,
we used to sing, we used to joke around.
Before those brown paper bags came into your life you loved me.
But now they're here, and they might be here to stay.
And as long as they are here, the true you is not.
So due to those brown paper bags,
I am now Paper Bag Princeless!
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