Mr. Peddler, what have you in your cart of wares?
Something I can use, something you can share?
I’m not feeling too well, and need a remedy
Have you an antidote, a pill for what ails me?
Mr. Peddler, I beg you, I’m in need of a fixer
Have you a potion, a cure, or elixir?
You see, Mr. Peddler, there’s a fire ‘neath my hips
A yearning desire to taste his sweet lips
My appetite’s hungry, my body aches
Need intervention before my heart breaks
I know what’ll happen, I’ve been here before
And I don’t desire to be hurt anymore
So please, Mr. Peddler, won’t you hear my plea
Consider my case, won’t you please help me