If I were a Turkey even just for a day
I'd roll out of the oven in the morning
And throw on all my seasonings and go
Drink wine with the guys
And chase after hens
I'd cook it with who I wanted
And I'd never get confronted for it
'Cause they love to eat me
If I were a Turkey
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a hen
I swear I'd be a better Turkey
I'd listen to her
'Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
'Cause he's taking you to the oven
And everything you had got eaten
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