Your love glistens like the oil on the bagel.
(Oh, can you see yourself in it?)
And baby, you're the whole thing, you know?
The whole shebang! Wrapped all up and boiled!
Oh, you may think I'm the cream cheese
Or something, like the filling, but I'm not.
No, I'm the hole! The center!
What do you mean, that's nothing? A void?
Ha, avoid! Get it? Where are you going, baby?
Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's
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