| When I first met you baby, you fed me on chicken and wine
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| It was steak and potatoes and lobster and babe I sure felt fine
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| But now all you give me is seaweed and alfalfa sprouts
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| And sunflower seeds and I got my doubts —
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| Babe, you left me here with the Chicken Cordon Bleus
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| My stomach’s so empty and all I got is food for thought
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| And I’ve been sittin' here thinkin'
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| 'bout the twenty pounds of groceries we bought
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| We bought ten pounds of brown rice and five more of beans
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| And five pounds of Granola and you know what that means
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| I’m just a regular fella with the Chicken Cordon Bleus
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| Now won’t you to play me them fat licks!
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| I’m starved for affection and babe, I can’t take no more
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| You know this stuff is so weird that the cockroaches moved next door
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| Babe, can you see that old dog, he’s out in the street
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| He’s got a big smile on his face 'cause they let him meat
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| And babe I got the lemon and the Chicken Cordon Bleus!
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| Babe, I’m goin down to the bakery
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| And I’m going to find me a jelly roll
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| And some cannoli
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| Some French pastry
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| A chocolate éclair don’t sound too bad
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| How about some lasagna?
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| You know fat is where it’s at
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| My shadow disappears … |