| I always ask for a thicker slice
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| I like my drinks with lots of spice
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| And appetites a human vice I’m guilty of
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| I never toss my salad lightly
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| Never travel under ninety
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| Always do a little more than I’ve got time for
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| But sometimes, when I’ve had enough
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| I count to ten and fill my cup up again
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| And then I ask for more, I’m not ashamed
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| At least I ask in my own name
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| And I wouldn’t dream of taking more than I could love
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| And when I meet my death I’m sure
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| I’m gonna ask for just a little more of life’s time
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| But, if I don’t get it, I don’t mind
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| And still I hope to age with grace
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| When I’ve overdone and never learn to pace
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| Never learn to moderate or do it like the angels
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| And when I meet my death I’m sure
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| Gonna ask for just a little more of life’s time
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| But, if I don’t get it, I don’t mind
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| It’s what I wanted all the time
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| If I don’t get it, I don’t mind
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| Always ask for a thicker slice
|
| I like my drinks with lots of spice
|
| And appetites a human vice I’m guilty of
|
| I never toss my salad lightly
|
| Never travel under ninety
|
| Always do a little more tan I’ve got time for
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| And, when I meet my death I’m sure
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| Gonna ask for just a little more of life’s time
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| But, if I don’t get it, I don’t mind
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| Always ask for a thicker slice
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| I like my drinks with lots of spice… |