Oh hello there cute curly haired boy
Come sit by me
I'm the real McCoy, but know I will destroy
Pay me with smiles for a small fee
Underneath my sweetness I'm a bit sinister
Strip away my exterior, I'll prove myself to you
It could be 100 degrees outside, but I have the chill of winter
I'll turn your heart icy and blue
Know I'm just like Splenda
Syrupy sweet, yet bad for you
You'll say, "I can mend her"
But if you only knew
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