Spread yellow gunk on my pancake heart, Country churned girl in my grocery cart. I paid for her dreams, she taught me to cry, Like watery knives, like rain from my eyes.
I can't believe you're not mine, I can't believe you're not mine. Margerine. Margerine. Margerine.
My Margerine on a bread piece I miss you as for a big cake I become a drunker moron And can’t believe that you with him
I can't believe you're not mine, I can't believe you're not mine. Margerine. Margerine. Margerine.