singer
songwriter
acoustic
beatles
music
florida
new york
love songs
writer
college performer
larry whitler
robin macblane
Lyrics
She went to a shop with chocolate delights
For a bag full of comfort on long lonely nights.
When a hand-written sign caught her eye and her whim
Saying "Chocolate Erotica" was finally in.
She got up the nerve and she swallowed her pride
And she probably blushed like an innocent bride,
But she'd circled the block more than quite a few times
And she wanted to know what it meant on that sign.
So she asked the young man and he gave her a smirk,
And she sensed he was proud of his chocolate artwork.
Then he pulled out a tray from the counter below
And she waited to see what the chocolate chef showed.
She was right, yes indeed, there it was, plain as day.
A lollipop penis.
Circumcised, I would say.
He had "tits on Ritz" and "Bon-Bon Balls"
And a chocolate vagina and that wasn't all,
There were all kinds of nasties in his bag full of tricks
So she asked "Do you sell many milk chocolate dicks?"
With a businessman's poise he assured her he did.
Then he pulled out a box and he opened the lid.
He said, "This is my favorite, and a big seller too."
It was solid and life sized and called "The big screw."
For whom does one buy such a candy as this?
Surely not for yourself. Surely not as a gift!
Does it really get eaten? And where does it hide?
For if anyone finds it she would rather have died!
Well, I guess I should tell you she purchased the thing.
A little embarrassed but it's worth mentioning
That if ever you are tempted to buy a big chocolate dick
Be prepared for your friends to say you're delightfully sick.
But, most important, take it out of the car.
For, alas, her life's story:
It just didn't stay hard.