I want you I want you I want you
There's nothing else I can make
myself say
No other words that escape my mouth

Your mouth.
I want it I want it I want it
I daydream about what it feels like
Buried beneath your lips

Is it possible to want something so bad
You need it

All drug addicts say this I'm sure
But I'm not an addict
And you're not a drug

You're the apple of my eye
And apples are healthy
Right?

I pick you I pick you I pick you
I don't care if you have worms
Or you're not quite in season

You taste like perfection to me

Taste you taste you taste you
I don't want to taste anyone else
But you

So want me want me want me
And pick me pick me pick me

Or let me let me let me
Go