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Somebody once told me,
That I was not a pizza,
Guess they ain't the sharpest tool,
In the shed,
I'm a six slice circle,
I feel a little crusty,
Got a pepperoni right on my forehead,
Well, the heat starts coming,
And they don't stop coming,
And that's just because,
Someone put me in the oven,
It didn't make sense to wait another day,
You got thirty minutes to send me your way,
So much sauce,
So much cheese,
So what's wrong with feeling so hungry?
You'll never try if you don't pie,
You'll never pie if I don't die,
Hey now,
I'm a pizza,
Get my sauce on,
Get made,
Hey now, I'm a pizza,
Get my cheese on,
Get baked,
All that toppings is gold,
Only loaded pies,
Break the mold,
I'm a pizza,
I'm a singing pizza...
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