The Chocolate and I


 

 

Dark chocolate (sitting attractively on the shelves): You won’t admit you love  me (I know you do) and so

How am I ever to know (exactly)

You only tell me (come on, take me)
Me: Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps (I can’t make up my mind, to eat or not to eat you)

Chocolate (batting eyelashes): A million times I ask you and then
I ask you over again (see how much patience I’ve got?)
You only answer (are you shy ?)
Me: Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps (thinking of the weight ;)) )

Chocolate: If you can’t make your mind up
We’ll never get started (come on, bite me)
And I don’t want to wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted (You make my heart melt, you know)

So if you really love me say, “yes” (or someone else will)
But if you don’t, dear, confess (the truth will set you free)
And please don’t tell me (I am dark, I can handle the bite)
Me: Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Chocolate: If you can’t make your mind up (you are a woman I know it’s hard :P)
We’ll never get started
And I don’t want to wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted (you know how it is)

Chocolate: So if you really love me say, “yes”
But if you don’t, dear, confess (I will always love you anyway)
And please don’t tell me

Me: Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps (you know how much I love you but too much chocolate is just too much)
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps (mmmmm) 

 

The secret of this song is no longer a secret. Now you know it is a love story between chocolate and me. It was love at first bite. Who said that Belgian chocolate is one of the best was right. But I am shy. It takes time. Indulge me indulge it. Yummy!❤

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