Rx
Give me too much
And I will abuse
My stomach I'll clutch
I'll end up on the news
Keep them away
Lock the cabinet
I'll end my day
My action is passionate
Those you'd better hide
But I will find
All I've done is cried
Do you mind
I want them
I won't stop
I need them
I need another to pop
Leave them out
And I will gobble
Don't you doubt
Where's that bottle
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