Sandwiched!
         I am the meat of their passion
            In a delicatessen fashion
            They gave me satisfaction
             Spreadin' my mayonaise
        Lubricatin' their curbs and waves
       Riding me like tomorrow is no more
                    One wild
                The other shaves
           One has the key to my door
              The other uses a file
            And doesn't knock anymore
                I asked for Love
             But had to except Care
              For they were a team
 One chocolate, the other brown suga' with cream
     So I laid them both in my unusual chair
      After lettin' off some built up steam
                Love is my heart
  The other was just a Care-package that came
      I felt the guilt that we sometimes do
          But Love said, "don’t worry
         Care and I are just like twins,
   and share everything includin' their men."
           That’s only half the story
             Of the situation I'm in