I'm like liquorice, not no pick 'n' mix, you can't taste me - then get rid of it
I'm that skinny bit**, yes so fabulous, don't you want a kiss - with a sickly twist?
All them artificial, colours are so fake, you could take a lick - but that would be a waste
Flavours wash away, but I'm here to stay, way to thick and rich - to be messing with
I am a goddess, just being honest, touch and surrender - taste a bit of pleasure