Gummy candy and chocolate; Reeses peanut butter death cups- for a certain population of unlucky souls. Skor, skittles and smarties All contribute to my rotting teethies; Airheads, making me anything but smart. Me and my 3 Musketeers are never lonely. We have each other, until well After Eight. I can't sleep; I've sealed my fate. Sugar buzz, sugar high Why, I feel like I could fly To Mars and the Milky Way. Take a little trip with me! Watch out for the Starburst A sticky, sickly, sweet curse. | Hey, Hubba Bubba, Come, kiss my Hot Cherry Lips! I'm a SweeTart who's into M&Ms and Malteasers, Together, we can take a Fun Dip With liquorice whips:) Atomic fireballs, bazooka, blow pop Life Savers, these are not. More like weapons of slow destruction. They'll rot you from the inside out! |