Permission Slip
You say you like sweet snacks, like Cracker-Jacks-
And, you think I might be a prize.
You propose a test drive scenario; a chance to
Maybe try me on for size.
You say you could rock my world;
Show me the time of my life.
Well you know, I'm good to go, just show
Me a permission slip, signed by my wife.
There she is, right over there,
She the one with the purple hair
Just keep in mind, she doesn't like to share
And, she never learned to play well with others
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