Ziti Pizza
There’s this place in New York City
Where I buy my pizza piled high with ziti
Now I admit it’s not too pretty
But just one bite and I’m in a tizzy
Pasta on pizza may not sound real great
But put one slice upon your plate
You’ll need a fork and perhaps a knife
And you’ll be hooked for the rest of your life
Just one slice a meal does make
But I always come back for more
Then two men it does take
To roll me out the door
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