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Toast

She makes toast
She makes it fine, she’ll always boast
She makes toast
 
She makes toast
Instead of cooking a Sunday roast
She makes toast
 
She makes toast
At parties she’s a rotten host
She makes toast
 
She makes toast
Pics on Facebook she’s known to post
She makes toast
 
She makes toast
Everything else she makes is gross
She makes toast
 
She makes toast
No eggs, no beans, no Pate’, just toast
She makes toast
 
She makes toast
I swear Father, Son and Holy Ghost
She makes toast
 
She makes toast
And seriously I’ve been overdosed
She make toast
 
She makes toast
I’ve been toast intolerant diagnosed
I hate toast
 
I hate toast
So I deliberately burned her to death almost
Now she’s just toast
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