We are hot dogs

Twisting and turning
We are hot dogs
Twirling on top
Of gas station grills

Made from the skin
And bones of pig
We glisten softly
And simmer in heat

We roll side by side
Our shoulders touch
Use Ketchup and mustard
To cover us up

And I can’t recall a feeling better than this

Summer slowed down
To speed my pulse up
We wandered sidewalks
Moon light held us

We sat on benches
We sang our songs
We stayed up all night
Then we went home

And I can’t recall a feeling better than this

We stood on concrete
Strangers saw us
They said in our eyes
We looked in love

And I can’t recall a feeling better than this

Sweet and Sour
Rough and ripe
Flavors tasted
On summer nights

And I can’t recall a feeling better than this

I’ve got ten fingers
I have ten toes
Yours softly sweeping
My neck and my nose

Twisting and turning
We are hot dogs
Twirling on top
Of blankets too hot

And I can’t recall a feeling better than this