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From Dutch Baby Combo

You conceived of this breakfast, this pancake, dear lover.
You conceived in my belly, dear lover, this babe.

Too rich for the morning, I’m mourning, dear lover.
Too rich for the morning, dear lover, too rich.

Gives me an aching, an inkling, my darling.
Gives me an aching in my tummy, my dear.

Can’t keep this baby, this breakfast, my former.
Can’t keep it fastened so listen my love.

There’s a hole where this baby, my pancake, dear waitress.
There’s a hole in my belly, dear waitress, a hole.

Amber Nelson

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