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This S'more That I'm Eating
(To the tune of Boston's More Than a Feeling)
Lyrics by Sarah Walsh
I build up the fire, the light was gone
Break off some chocolate to melt my way
I might lose my marshmallow in the lawn
I close my eyes and it slips away!
This s'more that I'm eating (s'more that I'm eating)
When I sear it just like a warm souffle (s'more that I'm eating)
It begins heating (this smore that I'm eating)
Hope my marshmallow turns out okay
I see my marshmallow turning to gray
So many campfires have burned and gone
The embers fade as the night goes by
Yet still I'm enthralled as I start to yawn
It's clear as a spark in the evening sky
This s'more that I'm eating (s'more that I'm eating)
When I sear it just like a warm souffle (s'more that I'm eating)
It begins heating (this smore that I'm eating)
Hope my marshmallow turns out okay
I see my marshmallow turning to gray
When I'm cozy against the cold,
Just one more pass at this sweet buffet,
My marshmallow curls, it's all aglow
I close my eyes and it slips away
It slips away!
This s'more that I'm eating (s'more that I'm eating)
When I sear it just like a warm souffle (s'more that I'm eating)
It begins heating (this smore that I'm eating)
Hope my marshmallow turns out okay!
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