Your lips are candies,
Succulent and sweet,
Your soul has radiance
and I‘m loving the heat,
Your bosom is a flower —
none too discreet,
Your ass is pudding —
A snack I very much want to eat,
And though I meet many women
in every other street,
Not one of them is the woman I wanna meat,
So come to me, come under the sheet,
Come to me and make this night complete.
