parody of "Hands Down" by Dashboard Confessionals
new words by Jeremy Pace
Against the glass, my breath will steam
This air smells like, a bakery
I'm here each night, never gets old
Watching them make, a donut hole
Your plain is smooth as they glaze mine
A dozen each
We plan on eating them all
CHORUS 1
Cholesterol's high, one more might kill me
So Krispy Cream me
And I'll die happy
You always eat the cream-filled first
Bite off the ending
And eat the jelly
Whatever you prefer
VERSE 2
An apple fritter with a sprinkle
Maybe a bearclaw on wax paper?
Stay away from all your hungery girlfriends
"Hey can I have some?"
Man they are so dumb
I want a pastery
Lets go to Krispy
...So we can get some!
My stomachs piled high, one more might fill me
So Krispy Cream me
And I'll digest, see?
The cinnamon roll's not the best
Leaves my hands sticky
And goes right though me
Whenever it's dessert
Hands down, this is the best donut shop
I can remember, that time in September
The sound of your lips smacking on that eclair
The scent of the sugar you lick off your figures
And that time that you burped
Right into my face, and you got up to buy
Another
The price was high
And your change was short
So I chipped in, and gave you a dime
You got a chocolate frosted, you broke it in half
And you GAVE- ME- HALF- YOUR
DONUT!
And I chewed, on your donut
For a moment, made me vomit
On your shoes! All those donuts
Lost my do-nut...
