Mush may be to daughter of satan,
But god does she know how to kiss.
She can make your body shudder,
With just one move of her lips.
To nice to be mean,
But boy can she be to those people she doesn’t like.
She’ll punch you on the double,
So you beater stay out of trouble.
Unless you want to run far from her sight.
Delightfully delicious,
And oh so nutritious.
But no one can say that,
but me.
My mother of evil,
My tutor or darkness.
Your child’s worst dreams,
For real.
Mine top cherish,
Yours to fear.
Oh, you poor little dears.
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