By it dosent matter
Date: 1 December 2000
gingerbread speaks out
pour me *flop* out
beat me, pound me
roll me flat
form my arms,legs, thighs, chest
and oooh will ya look at that
pop me in that oh so warm oven
bake me soo good
and i will promise to never run
cause i like this ginger
and i like's snacks
i like to be eaten
and that's a fact
im a ginger bread man
molded by your sweet soft hands
at this midnight hour
i'll make you a mighty fine snack
so i whisper these soft words
with no pun intended
eat me
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