But as I look at your lips, I know they are lying.
They say, if you eat too many your heart will stop.
I haven't eaten you yet, but my heart still breaks when I see you.
Sugary human, they say you are not the one.
If this is the truth, please tell me some beautiful lies.
As your lips taste like chocolate,
Your eyes pierce like berries,
Fingers are wrapped in candies
And your hair always smells like cotton candy,
But that heart of yours is locked...
In a plastic bag.