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I've spent late afternoons
Chasing after spoons. Chasing after spoons
Picture perfect leave you hurt
By dipping much too soon, by dipping much too soon
Is there enough cutlary for you to choose from?
Too much spoon
Not enough fork
I'm sick of being mistreated by slutty cutlery
I think one cut was just enough one cut was just for me
Saute my heart on the floor
And scoop it up with a spork
Find a spork to hold on to
A spork to hold on to
Then you'll never let her go when its the girl that you want
Find a spork to hold on to
A spork to hold on to
Then you'll never let her go if its the girl that you want
Everyone is looking for someone to hold on to