4.14.2008

A match made in fast food heaven

Jason Mraz and Meiko would make a cutest little hot-dog-and-curly-fries combo meal...

Meiko ("You & Onions"):

I'm a hot dog

Sittin' in the fog

Waitin' for my day in the sun

And I'm all alone

Far away from home

Just me, my mustard, and my bun


And though I miss you

But time is on my side

And though I need you

But you and onions make me cry


And I'm all beef

But I have a heart

And it's splitting now that you've gone away

And I wish everything was kosher as me

But I'm not healthy for you anyway


And though I miss you

But time is on my side

And though I need you

But you and onions make me cry

Jason Mraz ("Too Much Food"):

You can say that I'm one curly fry in the box of the regular

Messing with the flavor oh the flavor that you savor

Saving me for last but you better not eat me at all

Living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt

People say that I'm crazy for not moving on to better things

Instead I'm sitting around trash talking with the onion rings

But it's much too soon to leave this easy life

Pass me the spoon, pass the analytical knife


Cause you're about to get cut and get cut down

It's all about the wordplay all about the sound in the tone of my voice

You gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold

Better shut up or get shot down

It's all about the know how all just a matter of taste

Stop telling me the way I gotta play, you're puttin' too much food on my plate


Believe it or not I super sized my sights on the surprise in the cereal box

My stomach's smaller than my eyes

So I went to see the doctor and he said "turn your head and then cough"

I didn't listen to what he said instead I couldn't wait to get off

He said I can have this but I can't have that

That I should keep wishing I was living the life of a cat because

I ain't the one whose gonna be missing the feast

Just like you ain't the one who seems to be calming the beast


Now you're about to get cut and get cut down

It's all about the wordplay all about the sound in the tone of my voice

You gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold

Better shut up or get shot down

It's all about the know how all just a matter of taste

Stop telling me the way I gotta play, you're puttin' too much food on my plate


Well if you are what you eat in my case I'll be sweet so come and get some

I'm so over it


Now you're about to get cut and get cut down

It's all about the know how all just a matter of taste

Stop telling me the way I gotta play, you're puttin' too much food on my plate


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