Tis Your Season
the season's here
and may it be a blessed seasoned
these guy's been stuck on homo
weeks on end
whats going on
so
tis the season
o.k.
Happy Easter and hello spring
all of sprig but no mention
all he want's seasoned sea full of beef
just give it time
wait for thanksgiving
gobble till you wobble
eat drink and don't let'em lead you
wrong
take your heart
and sound like him
be thankful
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