Beet Me With yr cane, sugar

Ever since I went to school, it’d
Seem that I’d been played a fool, it’d
Seem I was Big Sugar’s Tool, It’d
Be me on the ducking stool, it’d
Be that I was just a molecule, it’d
Be that I was not so cool, it’d
Be I was Pavloved to drool it’d
Be my favorite sparkly jewel, it’d
Be pursued from South to Thule, it’d
Be a treasure, sweet and cruel it’d
Be your ring but I’m annulated
Be my fierce & fearsome fuel, it’d
Be my sugar choice; Granulated





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