You're so crisp

Ron Dietvorst

Gotta meat you
gotta see you
you're so crisp
I stammer in a lisp

you are my little biscuit
I there see through my third eyelid
you take me through my wildest dreams
beside the silvery moonlight beams

gonna meat you
gonna see you
you're so crisp
I stammer in a lisp

the sun sets brisk in lime and peach
and in my dream you appear within reach
gonna take you through a stormy night
we'll make love until the daylight

I shall meat you
I shall see you
you're so crisp
I stammer in a lisp.