Sometimes after dinner I'm in the mood for something sweet
You probably don't understand so maybe I'll repeat
Sometimes after dinner I'm in the mood for something sweet
And that is why a boy like you is kept on hand as a treat
I never use a knife and fork I never us a spoon
I don't know how I'll have you yet but I will have you soon
You want an explanation before I may consume
A sweet tooth is why girls like me eat boys like you
You don't have the nerve to say what you want me to do
I can