You tell me I'm untrue, and gluten nothing too. My, how you rye, rye, rye. You say you're never cake, but still I bake and bake. My, how you rye, rye, rye. You say you loaf me, but I can't seed your whey. If you'd stop rye-ing, everything could be whole grain. You told me we were through, but honey, knowing you My, how you rye, rye, rye.
