Sugar

You're my sugar,
Even though it's not good
For my teeth, I thought I should mention
That I still would

Let you be my sugar,
'Cause you are the one
That deserves solely just that title.
Congrats, you won.

But if you got inside my teeth
And festered with bacteria,
I'd still love you every bit
And would still feel etherea'.

And I'd never go to the dentists
And let them use their drills.
I'd deal with my love cavities
With more sugar, and maybe alagesic pills.