| We are merely pretzels
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| That is all we are
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| This woman’s obsession with us
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| Is frankly quite bizarre
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| We used to simply be
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| A starchy snack that people ate
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| But, now, we are a symbol
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| Such is our twisted fate
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| We’ve been smothered in the mustard
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| Of her quest for happiness
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| There’s a lot of pressure on us
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| This we must confess
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| We didn’t ask to be in charge
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| Of someone’s mental state
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| Just let us be some happy carbs
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| Spare us this twisted fate
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| We’ve been a-salted by her yearning
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| To make her life a cogent tale
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| Sure, it’s nice to be kneaded
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| But, now, the whole thing’s getting stale
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| Oh, can’t some soft and chewy pretzels
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| Finally get relief
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| We are hurtin' from the burden
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| Of being someone’s life motif
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| She should switch to pizza bagels
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| If it’s not too late
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| It’s the yeast that she could do
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| To save us from this twisted fate |