Pb & J
PB & J
when the bucks are
running few and far between
and my ribs are starting
to poke through my skin
there's one way I can win
only then will the old faithful
peanut butter and jelly
sandwich pull me through
it's too hard to feel blue
when your belly is full
of something that you've eaten
since you were two
screw all of you
with your fancy meals
peanut butter and jelly
seals the aches and
pains of this tummy
just like mummy
used to make
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