Sugar is sweet, and so are you.
The roses have wilted, the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl's empty, and so is your head.
The roses stink, sorta like sheep.
But leave your name, number, and message after the beep.
The roses are molding, the violets are rotten.
And I might call you back, if I haven't forgotten .
Cute right ?
Eryn.
