“Toot sweets sound like what they are
So do lollies in a lollypop jar”
Does your name do the same for you?
Truly scrumptious
I know what I love, I just don’t know who

There’s no other sweet for me
No tutti fruity and certainly no cherry peach parfait
Please tell me your name
So I can scale walls
And shout it from the rooftops in Marseilles

I’ll break bread and drink wine
Celebrate the divine
Drink, drink, dance, dance
In a celestial romance
To taste your name on my lips

Her handmade chocolates are individually wrapped
Why place barriers around sweetness?
She is behind glass with her hair tied back
My only access to her is through her praliné
This over-packaging kills me