Oh, Hint of Lime Tostitos
Every time I see you, I stop dead in my tracks
For the evil voice in my head yells ‘you must not eat those’
But oh, how I love your light crispiness
Your salty, tangy goodness
My need is quickly turning into obsesivness
The slight tingle you leave on my lips
The crunch in my ear and explosion if taste
I am embarrassed to say I even lick my finger tips
My addiction is becoming so severe
I used to be able to hide it but I can no more
The 2 bags a week have settled on my rear
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
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Oh Shannon how I love your ODE!
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