Its spreads so well may be like a disease
You can catch it and as you please
Honey suckle and flavours devour in its taste
Everything is taken nothing is left to waste
Cutlery glides and imagination runs away with the milkman
In this dream you can...
Spread it like you do and don’t say you don’t
Behind that door who says you won’t?
Marmalade spreads as well as you please
It’s like an infectious disease