Gum, Guys, and don't share
you relieve my sweet craving
your round and blue
but when im done with you
all im left with is gum
that sweet pink chewable rubber
that my mother always told me
to never share with another
but when i met him i had to
i had to give him my leftovers
cause what my father always told me
We always give to those who are in trouble
so what does this all mean?
you, me and you soft pink treat
to always throw away your gum and never share
because your parents will always come back and groan like a bear
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