Make Love Not War

Make Love Not War I want to plant sugar-mines, that blow on footfall’s touch, they slap you on the calfs and thighs and splash chocolate on your crotch then quickly I’ll plant cleavage bombs, the things they do with cream! And unexploded areola squads, will lick the red parts clean We’ll have such fun with pumpkin gun, and quietly shoot the breeze, while in the trees I’ll gently squeeze your bum and stroke your knees and when all our monkeys settle down, and chickens from behind, without a war we’ll live our lives …..why can’t we just be kind? So make love not war, it’s fun to score and make the rafters shake, and in the night between the two, a spicy cake to bake!