You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
toi used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
toi made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only toi knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
toi ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But toi were wrong
plus so than any l’amour song
toi made me want to sing
With toi following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing toi that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
toi used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
toi made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only toi knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
toi ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But toi were wrong
plus so than any l’amour song
toi made me want to sing
With toi following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing toi that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of célébrités turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in montrer business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived par his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived par his elderly father, Pop Tart.