Your light brown skin,
your light brown eyes,
your light brown clothes,
your heavenly sighs
Your yellow hat,
your reddish label,
on my table.
She giggles when I squeeze her
Butter worth Indeed.
Some mornings, when I'm waken
I hanker for some pancake maken
With your buttery smoothness, I'm taken
You could only be better if you were made of bacon.
I hope that I shall never see
Another syrup as buttery as thee
You pour so smooth, you taste so rich
C'mon baby, be my ....
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