Gumball

Breathy voice from lips cherry red
Another piece of candy for my tongue to tread 
A twist of the wrist and a quarter or two 
Gives me a another piece for my mouth to chew

Oh I have always loved the look 
Of this places sweeties 
It’s like their all hand made 
But their taste is always fading
That’s why I call it gumball 
Chew it up and spit it out 
And let another piece fall 

It doesn’t matter if they don’t like the way I play
 cuz I don’t tell my gum about my game
if they don’t like it it’s a shame 
Gumball might stick 
Oh but it don’t stain 

Sometimes when I’m alone
And when I’m candy free 
I go and shake up the machine 
See it all movin in the glass
Just hoping I don’t pass
That I’m looking for another little piece of …. 




 But they don’t know how I play
Cuz I don’t tell my gum about my game
If they don’t like it it’s a shame
Gumball might stick
Oh but it don’t stain 
Blueberry dress and scarlet hair
Looking at me through the globe
I love its taste upon my teeth 
That’s why I got another piece 
When this is over we’ll both agree 
The dress looks better on the floor of my place

No one likes to be alone 
But no one likes to let someone get boring either
But there is so many things to try 
I can assure you that 
struit insidias lacrimis cum femina plorat

I won’t tell them how I play 
Cuz I don’t tell my gum about my game
If they don’t like it it’s a shame
Gumball might stick 
But it don’t stain
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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