Nacho fries
So I say,
When I look at you,
(which I do every day),
Wanna know what I do?
She says, "yeah."
So I'm like okay,
(although it's kinda blah),
So every day,
You make me think,
Why turn a meal into a snack, when you can turn a snack into a meal.
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