Blissful Custard Creams
You Are The Stuff Of Dreams.
Biscuits Sent For Me
To Dip Into My Tea
You Make The Day More Great
I Stack You On My Plate
Then Dunk You In My Cup
Ready To Eat Up
Do Not Hate Me Custard Creams
Its Not A Simple As It Seems
You Are The One Whose Touch I Treasure
My Desire, My Guilty Pleasure
You Can Light In Me The Fire Within
Calling At Me From The Biscuit Tin
Make Me Want You, I Feel So Sleazy
I Don’t Have To Beg, You Make It Easy
We’ll Make It Quick, No Long Goodbyes
No Promise I’ll Write, No Teary Eyes
And When At Last You Are Gone
I’ll Help Myself To Another One