The Unfortunate Demise Of The Favulous Puccino Broth Testo

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Kissing frogs is fine when you're single, when you've time to spare. You
hold the mirror, comb your hair, the manna drops down from heaven. But
spare a thought for me; light a candle. Place me in the flame...
Handle me with care, I'll maybe melt away. If you do believe in me; yes
if you are convinced - I'll be your prince now and forever.
No more wincing as you kiss a frog, and no more waiting...