Dear nanci
I am here
Dear nanci
In your tappan oven
Burnt up like your cake
Like your milk chocolate brownies
I am michael z...
In your tappan oven
I once drove a ford
Through your front door
And I stole your muffin
From your tappan oven
I know there's such fuss
And all of that stuff
I wanted to love
To stuff your muff
You may not be lovin'
Maybe you're cussin'
The day that I stole
Your muff from your oven
