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Casserole Me OverPineapple, thymeTeeth of bread and honey Lickin' my lips on a marzipan bunny Rollin' my eyes at the sugar supplies I can't seem to stuff my body enough Lemons and limes Wine running over Cup in my hand, so pour me another Suckin' my hair for the little bit there I can't seem to stuff my body enough Wait 'til I scream Give me give me ice cream Give me a feel of your cool jellied eel Show me your wife, and I'll cut me a slice Cause I'm into a pie you won't find in the sky Casserole me over I can eat all you give Casserole me over I can't seem to stuff my body enough Sashimi's divine, as a Japanese lime Fillet of plaice with oriental grace If your food is a drag, you're not into my bag Cause I'm makin my day with this lemon souffle [?] What do you want with this fine vol au vent And nothing compares with [?] Whatever you do, don't you cordon my bleus My oh my, I love greasy french fries Watch as I puke in your chicken foot soup Have nothing to say bout this cold fricassee Whatever you got, give it to me hot Casserole me over I can eat all you give Casserole me over I can't seem to stuff my body enough Casserole me over I can eat all you give Casserole me over I can't seem to stuff my body enough Casserole me over I can eat a meal Casserole me over I can't seem to stuff my body enough |