Sugar High

Well I don’t drink beer
and I don’t smoke the crack
I don’t play the numbers
and I don’t shoot the smack.
I don’t smoke tobacco
or snort the cocaine
But there’s one little addiction
that keeps me sane.

I gotta have the Sugar
Every night & every day
The Chocolate and the frosting
are what make life OK.
Make it sweet & make it sticky
and don’t gimme no lip
A chocolate chip cooky
is my ultimate trip.

If they were gonna shoot me
I’d ask for this
Tell Mr Hershey
to give me a kiss.
If I couldn’t get laid
till I was ninety and Nine
A hot fudge sundae
would do me just fine.

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