Letra de Seasoning Salt
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When your seasoning salt comes back in season, you're going to decorate your plate with that. I hear the impatience in your voice now and I wonder why you ever dried your socks on my doormat. I look the same, you look the same; I taste too dry, you need some salt. To clarify, I am not blaming you for the things that are not my fault â I admit I am boring, as dull as dust in a toolshed, but I don't think your shaker holds quite spice enough...
I'll raise my hand and hold it up there despite the fact that my mind is blank. I'll try to fit your circle in with my square, but I know for sure you'll be pulling rank someday soon. Maybe I'm blind; maybe I'm too dramatic; maybe I'm half-dead, unaware; maybe I'm bored and sick of caring that you're looking for someone with a bit more flair.
It's good that I understand I am no one the crowd wants to raise like a loaf of bread, like a toasting glass up to the light â cause I've already seen I am boring, as dull as dust in the corner, and I don't think your shaker holds quite spice enough to make this evening palatable.
I'll raise my hand and hold it up there despite the fact that my mind is blank. I'll try to fit your circle in with my square, but I know for sure you'll be pulling rank someday soon. Maybe I'm blind; maybe I'm too dramatic; maybe I'm half-dead, unaware; maybe I'm bored and sick of caring that you're looking for someone with a bit more flair.
It's good that I understand I am no one the crowd wants to raise like a loaf of bread, like a toasting glass up to the light â cause I've already seen I am boring, as dull as dust in the corner, and I don't think your shaker holds quite spice enough to make this evening palatable.
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