Illuminati Hotties
Toasting
Toasting a Pop-Tart and thinking of you
There's a lot I'd rather do
Instead I'm biting my lip
And I'm biting yours too
Till the blood tastes like chocolate goo
Our bodies are twirlin'
The kitchen is burning
And we both choked down the ashes
You mention you're bored
I guess I could've toasted more
From Letras Mania