---A ballad of love, lube, betrayal, and silk sheets.---
(Verse 1)
They started with sparks and a cinnamon swirl
Eating their asses and rockin’ their world.
But the frosting got crusty, the sprinkles fell flat,
And Tay said, “Sauce, I’m done with all that.”
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(Verse 2)
“You don’t stir my pot, you don’t butter my buns,”
“Your sauce used to simmer, now it just runs.”
“We had heat, we had rhythm—then you blamed your meat,”
“Now you nap mid-foreplay and steal my sheets.”
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(Chorus)
Goodbye to the lube in the fridge door tray,
Farewell to the cuffs that we hid away.
No more whipped cream wars or latex ballet—
Sauce and Tay are serving separate soufflés.
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(Verse 3)
Sauce packed his box of scented oils and pride,
Left Tay with a playlist and empty bedside.
She whispered, “It’s over… don’t text me again,”
Then blocked him on socials and swiped for his friend.
---even the creamiest chocolates get stale---
(Bridge)
His friend Jessie came with big arms and thighs,
Tay cracked a grin—said, “Now that’s a surprise.”
Jessie stepped in with that peach emoji flair,
While Sauce eats alone in his leather chair.
(Chorus)
So raise one last toast to that freaky duet,
They lived like a scandal, Love Island regret.
The burners went cold and the spice lost its bite,
Now Tay’s cooking solo and Sauce lost his spice.
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(Verse 4 )
Sauce scrolled through old texts with a tear in his beer,
Replaying the moans that he once got to hear.
His oils expired, his playlist went flat,
Even his loofah don’t swing like it sat. 🧼
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(Outro)
Now Jessie’s in silk, wearin’ Sauce’s cologne,
Whiskin’ Tay lattes in her pleasure zone.
He skipped the drama and kept the receipts,
Now he’s got Tay and bent over on his meat.
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