Can’t stop staring at you from across the room,
If I got my hands on you what ever would I do?
I feel it in my stomach I’m craving for a bite,
I have to restrain myself with every inch of my might.
The way your skin tight dress wraps around your buns,
To have you in my mouth, now wouldn’t that be some fun?
If I had my way with you, some would call it murder;
But would that be necessary?
You’re only just a burger.