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