My mother told me of girls like you.
She told me you'll be sweet,
But like candy
You will be bad for me.
(I always had a sweet tooth.)
Yea...
You are a candy...
Just like a candy,
You are all sugar -
No blood.
(I always had a sweet tooth.)
For reasons so human -
You're my drug,
And I'm addicted.
You're my trap
And I'm caught - -
Caught,
And I can't get loose.
I ate your apple,
I was taken under your spell.
I was all yours.
Now,
Just like a bad tooth -
You torment me!
I need to have that tooth pulled.
I may not look as good,
But I will be pain free,
The wells would plug,
And I will never cry again.
Copyright © 2007 Leslie Alexis
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