Boys Are Cake


At first its sweet
and feels good like dopamine
gobbling it up is a treat
Munch, Munch, Munch
But after awhile
the cake is too sour
and the burning comes up like a disaster
Munch, Munch, Munch
The cake becomes old
and you become fatter
Munch, Munch, Munch
as time goes on
but alas it's nothing more than an old used up pawn
Munch, Munch, Munch
For if you eat more
It will only go downhill
Munch, Munch, Munch
And you will be struck by lightning
and you might find yourself crying
Munch, Munch, Munch
Because all of those sugary sweeties
only turn into cruel type 2 diabetes
Munch

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