I’ve been thinking about you, and all I’m going through in my heart and it’s true that it’s difficult.
While there’s also great joy for this bouncing boytoy, I know still you destroy with insults.
And yet I must try, for though tears I may cry, still you can make me fly through your loving.
Tasted my tales before? Then you’ll taste ’em once more, as I remove them from my oven.

Loving you is hard, like a rock. Loving you is sweet, like cherry pie.
Loving you is bitter, like an eggplant. These cliches are real. All right.
Loving you is tasty, like a jelly donut. Loving you is sticky, like honey.
Loving you is hard, like a scone. These cliches are real. All right!

So you know where I stand, praying you and I land, feet to feet, tit to hand, and with me stupid, groping.
I can’t say what’s your deal, if you feel like I feel, if you love me for real, but I’m hoping.
You could tell me right now! Just abandon your scowls and decline your eyebrow. Go on: kiss me.
I beg of you, please! I’m on figurative knees; it’d put me at ease! Don’t dismiss me!

Loving you is hard, like rock candy. Loving you is sweet, like an eclair.
Loving you is bitter, like an eggplant. These cliches are real. All right.
Loving you is tasty, like a churro. Loving you is sticky, like Elmer’s glue.
Loving you is hard, like my erection. These cliches are real. All right!