I wouldn't call her sugar
She's more of a NutraSweet
If you need a friend, look no further
You're settling on me
But I'm no settler

You'd make a nice coat
I don't wanna understand you
I just wanna buy some lemon pudding between us
You're just a novelty
Someone to hold the door open for me at best
A Livy Oblivia

More pudding than do you say gull
figure looks fine, I dress the measuring cup
And when flour cloud gets a cat off the table
Lady, I wish you complete mixture [?]
You'd make a nice hammer
You'd make a nice earthquake
Make those little tremors, make big waves
You're just a Texas singer
Someone to wait in line with at best
A Livy Oblivia

I wouldn't call her sugar
She's more of a sweetener
Not enough seasoning, not enough flavor
Bonflair, whatchoo doing to this armchair
You'd make a nice blanket
You'd make a nice milkshake
Feet to a patch, singin' mighty clouds of joy
You're just a lame duck president
A figure head
A table with an uneven leg at best
A Livy the Oblivia

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