Cocoa Butter

I live in a vat of cocoa butter I’m so afraid of getting old The wrinkly skin, it makes me shudder Want cocoa butter skin, let the truth be told I sleep in a bed that’s made of olives The olive oil is so good for the hair Let it be known that I’m a pal of Young silky strands of hair, I swear Now don’t forget to work your muscles To keep your youth, you must keep the tone I hit the gym, at work I hustle Don’t want to spend the nights alone I live in a vat of cocoa butter I’m so afraid of getting old Must think real clear, remove the clutter Let the mind match the body, let the truth be told