The taste is sour, the taste is sweet
But it's a very deadly treat
Wipe it out, take it away
Never savor the juicy spray
I know, baby you are tempted
But steer clear of the paper carton pulp
I could never read your mind
It don't matter how hard I try
To forget you, and everything you do
I don't care if I'm wrong for you
Eyes wide with fear inside
And now you know you cannot hide
And when your mark's on me
How am I supposed to leave you be?
Fight the craving, fight the urge
Spit it out, and finally purge
I know baby, you're probably parched
But watch out for the paper carton pulp