Don't Pull Me Apart

Yes you sitting here picking me apart,

Like I'm some kind of jigsaw,

You're trying to piece together,

Can't you see I'm hot and tasty,

They say butter melts on me easily,

Especially when I'm toast.

But No!

You'd rather dance me between

your fingers,

Pinching me apart,

Bit by bit,

How dare you?

I'm getting cold here,

And,

I don't taste good when I'm

stale!

I'm not supposed to be

eaten slowly,

I'm not a hard boiled sweet,

And I'm glad,

I don't want sucking to death!

Look,

I can tell you like your food,

And I know you want to taste me,

Do you not know I taste better than any

sweet, thats just suckubye!

Yuck,

I hate that!

No, no, no!

I'm not having it!

You won't taste me like that,

Come on,

Don't pull me apart,

Bite me!

You know you want to!