Soaked in a bath of European pine
darling dear, you taste like Napa Valley wine.
Forgive my stubborn palette,
I have a taste for sweetness.
It’s you my pink buds long for
can’t you tell that you’re my weakness?
A medicine in human form
No pill or smoke I adorn more
than the syrup that is you.
It’s true…
Oh baby..
I’d give it all to sip on you.
