That or you're like Rika and have an unpoppable...ass...cherry.
What the fuck is a butterbean, anyway? All I know is that I want to chow down on your curds and whey and climb my itsy bitsy spider up your delicious water spout. I want to put my blackbirds in your pie; to jump over your candlestick. So blazing would our passion be that all the king's horses and all the king's men would be required to put you back together again.