I do not remember when of you I last held sight
I think I lost chances of seeing you since I boarded that flight
You're bad for me, that's what they all say
But I can't help to want you anyway
I do not care of the consequences of the future
Not seeing you is just pure, uhh, torture
You always let out the inner child in me
With such trivial things I feel so giddy
It's a no-brainer, you make me happy every time
And I don't even mind making you this rhyme
For the next time I see you I'm sure never to pass up the chance
To tell you how I've fallen into such a potato romance
Oh, McDonald's french fries
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