Toot Sweet Written by Ryan Matthew All the way from... France...? The moisture of romance So sweet on the lips With hands on hips like chips in dip The starlight aroma in a hyper red coma Compresses at the opening of the stoma Asleep and waiting to explode A friction she's never ever knowed Like holding a nervous breath in Afraid of the grin that comes from the sin And before sweet, tender love is made You both become one in the shade Then a smile and a giggle when you both catch a whiff She's ruined the mood with a big, fat quiff © 2011 Ryan Fan Club