Betelgeuse

You look like your father and mother
Just like a keek of each other
I know sometimes I'm a liar
But you're my meshlack of the truth

You sound just like an orchestra
And taste sweet like lemon mousse
Well, I know sometimes it goes bad
It'll still be our honeymoon
My betelgeuse
My betelgeuse

You hurt like a dush in the stomach
And sting like a big shot of vodka
It's just like a hash of the feelings
But I won't ever hash on you

If love is right here the answer
What is the fucking question?
If I had to guess it all
I would say it all is you
My betelgeuse
My betelgeuse