A man on one arm, a fruit in the other
No need for alarm, He’s one pretty brother
Each day I consume, more and more I would feast
Toasting to the groom, tempering the starved beast
Hungering for more, fruit that falls down my throat
He must feel adored, whatever floats his boat
Crawling up my leg, cradling me sweetly
Expects me to beg, begging for feasting

My boy is a fruit
Ripe and red
My boy lost a tooth
Before bed
My boy
Sink your
Teeth in
Me

A man or two more, looking god damn tasty
Grandma I’m a whore, but god I’m not wasting
There’s no sweeter boy, none who reflect the sun
Such a fruitful toy, always so much damn fun
Crawling to his God, hungry for all of time
Slowly touch his bod, up my arm lips will climb
Won’t it taste just right, will be spill onto me?
There’s no need to bite, I’m such easy pickings

My boy is a fruit
Ripe and red
My boy lost a tooth
Before bed
My boy
Sink your
Teeth in
Me

My boy is a fruit
Ripe and red
My boy lost a tooth
Before bed
My boy
Sink your
Teeth in
Me

A man on one arm, a fruit in the other
No need for alarm, He’s one pretty brother