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Bir çeviri sorunu bildirin
I made mysewf a sandwich
My mommy named it Fwed
It tastes wike beans and bacon
And smewws wike it's been dead
Wwiting stuff is hawd, so I use a pointy penciw
Pointy pointy pointy, pointy pointy point
PU, what's that howwibwe smeww?
I have a head, it ends in a point
Pointy pointy pointy, pointy pointy point
This song is ovew, except fow this wine
You win this wound, bwoccowi
I made myself a sandwich
My mommy named it Fred
It tastes like beans and bacon
And smells like it's been dead
Writing stuff is hard, so I use a pointy pencil
Pointy pointy pointy, pointy pointy point
PU, what's that horrible smell?
I have a head, it ends in a point
Pointy pointy pointy, pointy pointy point
This song is over, except for this line
You win this round, broccoli