Go away little [bag]
I'm not supposed to be alone with you
I know that your lips are sweet
but our lips must never meet
No, that bag of ostentatious pretzels will no longer sit on my counter whispering my name in that 'come hither' sexy voice. He must be vanquished, - never to return.
It's hurting me more each minute that we delay
When you're near me like this
You're much too hard to resist
The bag thought he could sit there and tempt me with the lure of sumptuous dark chocolate, creamy caramel, and sea salt. What kind of girl did he think I was? Did he think I would fall for his sweet charms.
So go away little [bag]
Before I beg you to stay
I showed him. I took care of that issue and I never need to fear being tempted by his charms or falling victim to his spell. And I enjoyed every bite.