كلمات Our Twisted Fate

[Pretzels] We are merely pretzels That is all we are This woman's obsession with us Is frankly quite bizarre We used to simply be A starchy snack that people ate But, now, we are a symbol Such is our twisted fate We've been smothered in the mustard Of her quest for happiness There's a lot of pressure on us This we must confess We didn't ask to be in charge Of someone's mental state Just let us be some happy carbs Spare us this twisted fate We've been a-salted by her yearning To make her life a cogent tale Sure, it's nice to be kneaded But, now, the whole thing's getting stale Oh, can't some soft and chewy pretzels Finally get relief We are hurtin' from the burden Of being someone's life motif She should switch to pizza bagels If it's not too late It's the yeast that she could do To save us from this twisted fate