I want an Easter bunny-girl
Wrapped up in silver paper
If she were mine she’d peel it off
I wouldn’t have to make her
I’d put my arms around her
And seductively she’d melt
Surrendering to passions
Stirred as all her curves I felt
But sadly Easter bunny-girls
Have not been made that last
For after just a single taste
They disappear quite fast
One nibble of a chocolate ear
Invites a bigger bite
And when you get down to their toes
It’s time to say goodnight
Then all that’s left is silver foil
Upon the bedclothes, shredded
And lips all smeared with chocolate
From the bunny-girl you bedded.