Aspiring and designing,
A new future, a new suitor.
Now it's not just a rumor.
Are you my new consumer?
How may I help you Sir?
You know how to make me pur.
Go ahead and touch my skin,
Play me like a violin.
Strum my fingerboard.
Make us sing a common chord.
I'll be your loved one,
If you promise to eat me like a cinnamon bun.
Yum, yum!
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