Pizza Pizza on the wall.
Why is my belly not forgiving at all.
Pizza Pizza on the wall,
Why must you entice me,
With your feverish thrall,Mystical your smell,
Leaves me comatose,
Under your spell,Devouring every piece of you,
As it evolves to shame,
Thus fat ensues,Jumping jacks,
I do them all,Yet Pizza your goodness,
Pulls the weight,
From underneath my balls,I succumb to your,
Cheesy idiosyncrasies,Fuck Pineapples,
Let’s lay down some anchovies,Garlic bread,
And crispy crusts,Mozzarella filled,
Is your yeasty shell,Appearing like a sexual fantasy,
Is it a fetish if I let you sleep with me?,Your container serves no purpose,
Yet I collect those tiny red,
Three legged tables,I want you,
Pizza,Lay it all down,
Let’s make some love,
And let us drown,Cholesterol bound,
Olives are profound,Unbound by society,
We shall never be found.
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