Cupcakes in the pantry,
Muffins in the fridge
Potatoes in a drawer with eyes
Like trolls under a bridge
None of it appeals to me,
None of it is hot,
None of it is tasty
Like this stolen fruit I’ve got

Stolen fruits are sweeter
Stolen wine is red
Stolen meat is bloodier
On freshly stolen bread

Laying in a secret place
Tallying the take
Stolen coins cannot be spent
Because they’re mostly fake
Stolen flavors on my lips
Leave me hungry still
I should not steal any more
But I’m afraid I will

On someone else’s tree
It looks so good to me
And I can’t help but grin
With stolen juices on my chin
And I’m a filthy thief
And I’m a hateful liar
I’ll pay for every leaf
In Satan’s lake of burning fire

So I was not much surprised
To find my cupcakes gone
Muffins warm and buttered,
Hot potatoes on the lawn
Sitting here with nothing
Gambled it and lost
I might have never stolen love
If I had known the cost

Stolen fruits are sweeter
Stolen wine is red
Stolen meat is bloodier
On freshly stolen bread

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