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Hey, hey, what do we crave?
Milk and cookies, naughty past we save
One, two, homeless coming for you
Sipping milk from a carton that's blue, oh true
Three, four, Jordyâs got a game, like a chore,
Playing hearts on the floor, can't score anymore
Milk mustache on my face, it's a sweet disgrace,
Cookies crumble, crumbling in this wild race
Dunk it down, feel the surround, laughter abound,
Oh, the taste of mischief, oh itâs profound!
Five, six, stab a bitch in the pit,
Silly fights for your love, canât handle it,
Seven, eight, Coy doesnât see straight,
Wobbled love on a plate, canât quite relate,
Oh Cindy wants a better man,
But the cookie jarâs full of clearly drawn plans,
Popping buttons on the edge of the night,
Counting all the sprinkles, in sweet delight!
Milk mustache on my face, it's a sweet disgrace,
Cookies crumble, crumbling in this wild race,
Dunk it down, feel the surround, laughter abound,
Oh, the taste of mischief, oh itâs profound!
[Spoken Word]
We built our dreams on sugar and cream,
But lifeâs a little messier than it might seem,
Naughty boys and sweet little games,
Like runaway trains, we canât be tamed.
Nine, ten, now we just pretend,
That the cookie jarâs full, and the fun wonât end,
Running fast, canât catch a breath,
In this whirlwind of crumbs, forget all the stress,
Milk mustache on my face, it's a sweet disgrace,
Cookies crumble, crumbling in this wild race,
Dunk it down, feel the surround, laughter abound,
Oh, the taste of mischief, oh itâs profound!
[Outro]
So here we are, with crumbs in our hair,
Cookies and chaos, we donât have a care,
In a world that spins with sugary tunes,
We dance through the dark, under chocolate moons!
Sound Of Meme
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