Milkshake
Milkshake, O milkshake; so thick and creamy. I take a sip, you are so dreamy. Should I use a spoon or a fry? If you spilled I would surely cry. If I drank too many of you, I would have a heart attack and die. Milkshake, O milkshake I can’t live without you. You are my source of life, O it’s true.
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