Chocolate Chunk Hunk

(quasi serious and operatic)
Ours is a delicious and forbidden love affair.
I'd go as far as calling it Shakespearean.
Liason by liason, every moment I can spare
till my proportions border on Wagnerian.

I haven't told my husband, or my lover, or my kids.
They're blind to mommy's naughty indescretions.
But I'm tired of all the secrets, and my diet's on the skids,
so it's time, I guess, to make a full confession.

(takes out an ooey gooey item of chocolate wonderfulness, to which she addresses the remainder of the song--in a cheesy, cute, Andrew Lloyd Webber kind of way)
I like him 'cause he's lumpy.
I like him 'cause he's sweet,
but then one day he's hanging around, and
I can't see my feet.

I like him 'cause he takes my mind
off all that other junk.
He's my sweetie pie, my candy, my honey my
Chocolate Chunk..... Hunk.

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My friends all say he's danger, but
I just can't turn away.
I'm so infatuated with
my sugar pie today.

I can't resist: I sneak a kiss
and then I lick my lips.
And wouldn't you know: for the rest of my life
he's hanging around my hips!

I love him cause he makes me smile
when I am in a funk.
He's my sweetie, pie, my candy, my honey my
Chocolate Chunk....hunk.

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My Snickers, Kit Kat, Mars and Hershey
mine for better-y or worse-y
Chewy, cherry chocolate chunk....hunk.