Oh that boysenberry tart
Stick my fork into her heart
Get that fructose on my lips
The bittersweet of innocence
Roll it over behind my tongue
Squish between my ring and thumb
All over me the spill of love
Thrash around like pigs in mud
Two, three, and four times now
Until she's sore from heel to brow
Devour lustily her mess
And finish with a cigarette
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