I love walking in, to the donut shop
The smell of the donuts delights me
The coffee, the smoke, someone makes a stupid joke
The donut shop can't help but make me happy
Look at all the rows and rows of donut holes
The crullers and cream-filled await
They scream out, "please pick me, I am longing to be free
Please take me home and put me on your plate"
Powdered, sugared, coconut
I usually get a chocolate with a glaze
or a butternut, whether it's a favorite or not,
So many donuts, so few days
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Why can't men be like donuts in a donut shop
All lined up in little plastic trays
You check the flavors, pick one out
So many donuts, so few days
If I could, I would buy a dozen
Take them home and eat them one by one
Lick them off my fingers, save one for a rainy day
Oh my gracious, wouldn't that be fun
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The sad part of the story, is men are really people
Exchanging them for money would be like slavery
But in a perfect world, I'd have my little donut shop
and all the men would be on sale for free