Red Vines (Parody of Red wine, by Neil Diamond.)
Red red vines
Eaten like bread
Makes me me regret
I'm worse off enough
Red red vines,
It's all I need
It's my kind of stuff
Can't get enough
I'd have sworn, time after time
The thought of such sweets would leave my head
I was right, but alas, you returned to my mind
And so the one thing I regret
Red red vines
Why can't you see?
Can't leave it alone
My heart always nags
For those blue, blue bags
Red, red viiinnneeesss..
Ryan Brodesser
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