You sit alone in your apartment, the only one you adore,
The peanut butter stains on your shirt, a love you can't ignore.
You're a whisperer, of the peanut, a mystic of the jar,
With your knife and your spoon, you'll go far.
You're a prisoner of the creamy, a slave to the grind.
My love for peanut butter, will never fade away.
You were the_goals of the 90's, the king of the game,
A lonely heartthrob, with a heart of flame.