You're my sweet Coca-Cola.
I think about you all the time.
If only I had a dime.
I'd come up with something to rhyme.
You're what I crave.
Night after night, I slave.
Working on myself.
Not worrying about my wealth.
I fall apart,
putting back the pieces to my heart.
Replacing all my doubt
with "it's what life's about".
Sticky, licky, sugar.
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