Everyone asks whats my favorite color, my favorite flavor,
my favorite place. Ill take the test that will answer these questions
and all that Ill need is just one small space.
Chorus:
You are my favorite color; also my favorite place.
Your smiles my favorite flavor.
My favorite thing is to think of your face.
My black and white is a canvas of color...
My lonely island, a city of grace...
My bowl of bran is a triple fudge sundae...
You turn it around so that nothings a waste.
Chorus.
Hey, hey, hey, running around all day.
On a treadmill of troubles that drive me insane...
Step off the wheel at the sound of your name.
Chorus.
Your face, your face, your face, your face, your face, your...
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Everyone asks whats my favorite color, my favorite flavor,
my favorite place. Ill take the test that will answer these questions
and all that Ill need is just one small space.
Chorus:
You are my favorite color; also my favorite place.
Your smiles my favorite flavor.
My favorite thing is to think of your face.
My black and white is a canvas of color...
My lonely island, a city of grace...
My bowl of bran is a triple fudge sundae...
You turn it around so that nothings a waste.
Chorus.
Hey, hey, hey, running around all day.
On a treadmill of troubles that drive me insane...
Step off the wheel at the sound of your name.
Chorus.
Your face, your face, your face, your face, your face, your...
my favorite place. Ill take the test that will answer these questions
and all that Ill need is just one small space.
Chorus:
You are my favorite color; also my favorite place.
Your smiles my favorite flavor.
My favorite thing is to think of your face.
My black and white is a canvas of color...
My lonely island, a city of grace...
My bowl of bran is a triple fudge sundae...
You turn it around so that nothings a waste.
Chorus.
Hey, hey, hey, running around all day.
On a treadmill of troubles that drive me insane...
Step off the wheel at the sound of your name.
Chorus.
Your face, your face, your face, your face, your face, your...