But even during my rest, I'm still the best.
Even in my quiet and peace,
I'm a sought-after piece.
Even during my downtime, I'm still sublime.
Even in my state of dehydration,
I'm the object of desperation.
And even in my lack of desperation,
I am still everybody's temptation.
Even in my frigid solitude,
I am still the prized produce.
And even if they tried to cut me,
I only came out sweeter.
Even in my self-preservation,
I am still a sinful sensation.
And even if they tried to dry me,
I only came out juicier.
And even though it's not my season,
I still make mouths drool on and on.
And even though right now I may look dry,
I'd still take you to summer in just one bite.