Sweet Tooth; Sharp Tongue | 🌟Weekly Drop🌟

[Verse] Pralines sit in velvet rows, A little fraud in formal clothes. Foil-wrapped promises, polished lies, A pocket-sized piece of paradise. The truffles wear a cultured face, Then vanish without leaving trace. I call the whole display absurd, Then eat the evidence, undeterred. [Pre-Chorus] No mystic powers, no alibi, Just cocoa, sugar, and a weakness of mine. [Chorus] Sweet tooth, sharp tongue A critic with a sweet disguise, I spot the marketing, then pay the premium price. The packaging is theatre, the filling plays its part, I came to mock the spectacle; it wins me by the heart. Velvet lies, A flawless con, One more bite, Then carry on, Sweet tooth, sharp tongue. [Verse] A sour drop can split the jury, A liquorice twist can cause a fury. The toffee clings like bad advice, The fudge commits its own device. No bonbon begs to be adored, No gumdrop keeps a tally scored. They have no stake in my debate; I bring the brief, they seal my fate. [Pre-Chorus] The charge is indulgence; the proof is on my sleeve, I argue like a skeptic with a pocket full of sweets. Just one more piece pretending to be the end. [Chorus] Sweet tooth, sharp tongue I cross-examine every bite, Condemn the glossy nonsense, Then fall again for my appetite. My standards wear a monocle; My appetite wears none, The prosecution rests too soon; The verdict's already done. Case dismissed, The sweets have won, I plead temptation, My will is gone, Sweet tooth, sharp tongue. [Verse] Halloween's childhood hauls once filled a sack, In paper bags carried back. The rarest bar became a prize, Its wrapper brighter than the skies. No grand revelation came with age; I merely learned to switch the stage. The old delight has changed its dress, But never learned to mind my finesse. [Bridge] No guilty conscience in the sweets, No secret message in the cream. The joke is mine, the taste is real, Craving has its own appeal. I need no absolution From a treasure on a shelf; I can despise the whole production And still reserve the last one for myself. No need to dress desire as fate, I know the ingredients. I choose the plate. [Final Chorus] Sweet tooth, sharp tongue Let the contradiction stand, A cynic with chocolate stains and evidence in hand. I never asked the sugar to explain itself to me, It has no taste for irony. Sweet tooth, sharp tongue Keep the gilded packaging, the sermons, and the fuss, The candy owes me nothing; I demand nothing of its trust. My verdict stays acerbic, my appetite sincere, I mock the whole confectionery and reach for one more here. [Outro] My criticism cuts like glass; my addiction prevails. The sharpest wit in any room, is useless when it fails. A taste I can't comprehend, Remains deliciously indifferent. Sweet tooth, sharp tongue... Sweet tooth, sharp tongue...