There she stands

Her dress of brilliant crimson paint

I know what i want, shes ready to faint

She feels my desire

Mistakes it for love

Shes my gumball machine

And a quaters enough

Its not much of a challenge to taste her sweet candy

Its well worth the toll

For my quaters are smiles

And my arms when she’s cold

See it costs me not much

Now shes in awe to see me care

Shes my gumball machine

But im her nightmare

She fears my kind

But is yet to feel victim

So i insert my quater

And have all my fun

Leave that machine empty

And find another one…