The heart yearns for ee cha kway
I can't spell it but to want to eat it
I can just about imagine it
The deep fried stretchy dough
Greasing my fingers...
The soft inside a comfort I long for
Oh to bite off a hunk of ee cha kway
this cold december afternoon
The crispy outside the soft doughy inside, he grease stained paper holding it, oiling you palm as you chomp your way thru it
How I long to bite off a hunk of ee cha kway this cold december afternoon
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