Pear-lust is the term I use to describe
The dark cravings that I feel for you, pear, when you're ripe
Don't you know I am the only one who understands you?
Don't you know how much this princess longs for her Prince Anjou
Don't you know how much I'd raise hell if Del Monte canned you (yuck! I hate canned anjous')
Pear lust is the crunch of your skin when I bite'.

Pear-lust: a voracious fruit appetite
That grows ever more intense with each avaricious bite
Don't you know only for you, pear, has my heart been beating?
Don't you know Steve tends to view my lust for you as cheating?
Don't you know our time together's fated to be fleeting, since I'll just inhale you
Pear-lust: my insatiable fruit appetite'

You make me crave you, pear
With your stem so erect
And your smooth skin all waxed to a shine
For as Grace Adler told Will Truman,
(Just don't tell Jack)
"You're my fav'rite fruit, fav'rite fruit"
Oh yes, I love you, and all of your kind!

Oh pear, you're so curvaceous
That's why my appetite is so voracious
And if my words aren't always right, am I fallacious?
I'd be fallacious every night if I could
Always have your firmness in my mouth
I'd swallow all your seeds

Pear-lust can extend from greenness to white
From your brightly-colored skin to the paleness found inside
Anjou know there may be times I'm forced to cheat with Bartlets
Though I know they're really best when baked to eat in tartlets
And you know soon I must eat you, but before we part let's take a moment, Anjou
Anjou, know my lust for you will not die'
Lust for you'
My Anjou'
Yes it's true'

Pear-lust is for pervs'