Ladle

You file me with the libertinesI fold in line

My monthly dole of magazines

Beaming bistro shineIn my ladle is your plum

And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs

Of your cutesy falling crumbsI saw you at the snazzy din-din

You made me sad that I watched

I must say you truly packed 'em in

Nearly dearly debauchedIn my ladle is your plum

And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs

Of your cutesy falling crumbsIn my ladle is your plum

And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs

Of your cutesy falling crumbs

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