I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot
Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot
I can be your cherry, apple, pecan, or your key lime
Baby I got everything and so much more than she's got
And it's such a typical thing, runnin' over a billion men
Runnin' through a difficult place, you don't need no blood on your hands, no