Guilty Pleasure
Today I won't care if my hair's a mess
I wont worry that my clothes aren't pressed
I don't give a damn
that I've argued with my man
There's a cheesecake in the fridge
and it absolutely cooing
Its calling out my name
while my tea is gently brewing
Mmm the creaminess is
the symphony of my favourite song
The crumbly biscuit base
will just melt as it touches my tongue
Just the very thought
of me and my favourite pie
takes the stresses of the day
and waves them all bye bye
So don't bother me with triviality
or remind me of the chores
I should be doing
As I snuggle on my comfy chair
and do some cheesecake wooing
and as I take that first bite
to heaven I am sent
Sensational raptures, play their tune
while vanilla hues waft and content
my senses so relaxed
body tingles, the taste so good
I'd have you every day if I could
but then I guess you wouldn't be so special
the treat I look so forward to
My guilty little pleasure
Mmmm just me and you
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