Here comes dessert

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I can stomach no more
I’m totally fed up,
I should probably pass out
Pass me the cup.

If I can black out
And have a memory lapse.
I might wake without scars
I’ll start over perhaps.

You’re smothering me
This is too much to chew,
I bit off too much
When I hit off with you.

You cook up a dream
With your culinary skills,
Tits for tips
And looks that could kill.

I’m sweating it out
I have no more fight,
You’re more than too much
For my appetite.

Eyes bigger than guts
You’re making me sweat,
There’s no going back
And all this regret.

I head for the door
You put me back in the chair
Here comes dessert
Hot sticky despair.

You pulled me in easy
And put it about,
It got too much too quick
And I can’t get out.