theres much more to the menu but i ll have only u, noone does me like u do, we ll never be thru/
i get note and pen to cross out how i want it to be, how i want u to do me and what kinds of creams/
what kinds of spices and pickles and sauce, i cross out the most cus u have almost no flaws/
oh lord sweet potato u stuff me so good, im so happy we share hood, u r so much more than food/
olives sliding off the plate as my face slides thru u, slip off when its just right then slide easily thru/
we switchin positions u split open i go down, safransallad allaround, faces turn as i make sound/
how u offer urself to me, how u fill me up, kumpirface i ll not stop until ur done and make me drop/
ur more than a potato u r more than a date ur the kumpir at la femme ur the bake i just ate
for as long as i live here u know i ll be true/ i mean/ i went to istanbul to see others but they were trash compared to u/ they were streetfood they were cheap, ok size but no spice/ oh lover u should get a prize/ ur the kumpir of my life
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