give me your sass,
Your glass or your gravel.
Donít give me any metal pot clang
Or thick boot clunk.
Donít add your egg shell crunch
To my cheese omelet fluff.
Donít give me your beef
All toughed out and roughed up.
Donít give me your spice either;
Thereís no need to get fired up.
me whatís been
Beaten, sweetened and softened.
Give me the part of you
Thatís no good for work
Or a balanced meal.
Give me your peanut butter cream pie:
The part of you
That doesnít always have words,
But closes the eyes,
spreads the smile