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Heart Of Cygnus

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Soaring through space, traveling the speed of light
I think of your face, then I get sick and start to puke
Dinner comes a’spraying out
When it’s gone I’ll keep dry heaving
‘Til I get my mind on something else

I’m tired of this food, I long for a good piece of steak
But paste in a tube is better
Than home, girl, ‘cause you can’t cook

You were such a gorgeous woman
‘Til you made me dinner now I’ll never
Look at you the same again
You can’t cook