The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn't finely hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Sweetest injection
Of any kind
 
I stop and I stare too much
Afraid that I care too much
And I hardly dare to touch
For fear that the spell may be broken
When I need a [bad word] in me
And it brings out the thug in me
Feel something tugging me
Then I want the real thing not tokens
 
Things you'd expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me
Takes [bad word] Touches me sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know that nothing can stop me
 
Sweetest perfection
An offer was made
An assorted collection
But I wouldn't trade
 
Takes [bad word] Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
Nothing can stop me