CHORUS:
Don't just nibble my napple like an apple,
but grip it like like a freckle,
that makes my brains go ripple
like on a sick freak-o.

Come on now you bum,
get my napple 'round your tongue.
Swirl it around till you make me cum.
If you say "I don't want"
I will feed you my dung.
If that ain't enough,
I'll show how good I'm hung.

CHORUS

One pretty morning I was eating a shroom,
when I suddenly started to feel a bit goof.
I cut off my nipple, now my tit's all smooth,
and I glued it on an apple,
making new superfood.

CHORUS

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