My Favorite Purple Cup
In the mornings when I'm tired
and I need to wake up
I come downstairs to find you,
my favorite purple cup
Some coffee is what I need
Milk and two sugars
But, without my favorite cup
I'm sure it would taste like boogers
Everyday you make me happy
My favorite cup makes everything better
But after every hello is a goodbye
So when I'm finished I'll be sadder than ever
But don't you worry, because I know what to do
I'll scrub you and clean you until you look good as new
Now that it's all over I'm getting chocked up
So I'd just like to thank: My favorite purple cup
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