the other half is gone,
the vanilla misses chocolate,
so I put this into a song.
There's a hole in my Hoodsie Cup®,
where your smile used to be,
the chocolate is all gone,
and the vanilla misses thee.
There's a hold in my Hoodsie Cup®
that all the world can see,
and when the flavors reunite again
you'll be holding hands with me.
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