My walking candy statue;
sweet cherry, honey,
you just eat me up.

Dripping creamy peanut butter,
honey-honey, apparently,
I'm just too yummy.

Honey-honey, honey,
slip away from my tongue;
just one more taste, please!

I'm all about you,
my favorite flavor:
it's not hiding behind your lips,
it's not burning in your hair,
hiding in your eyes,
not in those arms I want
you to wrap around me,
or how you always
show up wherever I go;

But you pretend to be
healthy for me;
that gives my explosion
a bigger reaction.