Your body is so sweet now, baby, I'm saying trick or treat now
You know I've got to have you, yeah, you s**y sweet cadaver
All wrapped up like a mummy, I'll cover you in honey
And wait a hundred years or so
You know, you know it isn't s**ual
Strictly confectional
Strictly medicinal
If a little nontraditional
I'm digging up your coffin and pouring out the contents
Your s**y sweet solution is prime for distribution
Sweet bod
Your body's starting rumors of Mason jars of sweetness
Whose satisfied consumers have often claimed to witness
Some s**y shrinking tumors, a sweet return to fitness
They're just a hundred bucks or so
You know, you know it isn't s**ual
Strictly professional
Entrepreneurial
Oh, and what a sweet memorial
I'm digging up your coffin and pouring out the contents
At last, I'm glad to see you
Won't you be my panacea?
Sweet bod, sweet bod, oh, sweet bod, sweet bod, sweet bod