Butterscotch

lack widow and white wood The darkness of a forest eerily returns To stagger drunk like mud Taking swings at your woman Run! Why does butterscotch taste so good? And we can't have any But we must, we should Why does sugar cane taste so good? Even though sugar can only do ya harm You remind me of baseball Tow trucks and the movies Look sweet as to deliver me milk Almost frozen on those wintry mornings Don't slip, Mr. Mailman Watch out for my dog! Why does kissin' you feel so good? Even though it ain't allowed I know it sure damn should Why does holdin' hands feel so right? Got a bruise on my pinky ring from holdin' too tight Black diamonds swoon the corner Make it sparkle It's all for sale Pushin' snow on the summer kids Lewd remarks lowering Lick the lips, mischievous Lick the lips, mischievous Skittles are the rainbow And every color's popular Though red gets the most invitations To the junior high celebrations And I'll go alone, I don't care 'Cause rainbow's not my favorite color I'll go alone, I don't care It's not my favorite color Why does butterscotch taste so good? And we can't have any But we must, we should And why does sugar cane taste so good? Even though sugar can only do ya harm I'll go alone, I don't care It's not my favorite color Black widow and white wood