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My pasta is overcooked
My eggs taste like trout
There is so much salt
That my kidneys give up
And from one end to there other
From La Belle Province
It’s Boulevard Taschereau
Which serves as an example for us
It disgusts me in my body
br/>It's just a texture that can be eaten
As long as there are big portions we're happy
Post syrup, bring some
Life is too short
Life is too beautiful
But how do you do it
To miss the essence
You come closer to me
And that's it I'm trembling
It was planned, you give me
Waste that can be eaten
And which tastes strange to say the least
It is just a texture that is eaten
Is it our table that is hallucinating or are there other customers
Who have an inch of water in their spagâ ¦
â¦Hetti
Just a texture that can be eaten
Just a texture that can be eaten
Please
A cook can change
You tell me
“Yes but at least we eat…”