You Turned Me Into Eggs Again
It's like your scrambling my brain in a skillet
I can't tell what you said and I am left with no wit
When you start talking everything gets hot
Everything gets blurry, I can't say if what I heard is right or not
The sizzle of the butter as it melts down in the pan
The pressure rises as butters browning, now do understand
There go my nerves as the egg cracks making a sound
There goes my heart as the edibles fall out
When you loose me again as the egg and whisk go round
Here I am again as the omelet takes it's route
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