My Little ButterCup
Your tan brown skin
Tastes salty when we kiss
But that doesn't matter
Because now it's me that's creamy in eternal bliss
Even better in the summer time
Forever my partner in crime
But you have another by the name of J
To my tastebuds, you are the enzymes
Perfect for me or anything
I wish I could give you a ring
But society wouldn't like that
Peanut Butter, you are the flavor King
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