As I walk along and stumble, nuts rumble in my head. As I lick my lips and grumble I think about cream instead and my my my torta della nonna and you, that's all I find. Sometimes I get so hungry I think about that pie all day. Just a little bit of butter and cream, and yeah, nuts, and I'm on my way, my my my torta della nonna and you, that's all I find...
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