The cocoa bean is innocent. It’s man that makes it sinful.
I can’t just eat one little piece, I eat it by the binfull.
There’s milk, and plain and bitter sweet, each on it’s own is lawful.
But I can’t stop, I eat them all, I give in and it’s awful.

Oh, bitter sweet is heavenly, and plain is just divine.
And fruit and nut cannot be beat; I eat it all the time.
Pure chocolate is wonderful, so why am I complaining?
It’s just, and I’m ashamed to say, I’m useless at abstaining.

A bar of chocolate in my hand I’m like a beast that’s grazing.
And every single greedy bite is totally amazing.
When they bring out a new delight I feel that I’m in clover.
And so my clothes are far too tight, my bra cup runneth over.

Oh why do the confectioners keep making new creations?
And try to make another sweet to add to my temptations?
They gather the ingredients combined to sheer perfection.
And make the ultimate in sin…immaculate confection.