Babe you're like some ice cream,
So sweet
So cold
You give me cold feet.
The cold wind blows
From the windows of your soul
I froze from a glance at first peak
Miss Medusa, seduced me with your hips and thighs
You turn your head to the side
And your body curves all your words down your spine
Straight lies, judge you?
Not me
Baby please, who am I?
To tell you about you.
I'd much rather you tell me about me.
We play hide and seek with our peace
Have a war in the streets, take cheap
Shots, and we both keep cutting until we cut too deep
Deep, that's how I wanna go into your mind.
But you'd rather be, straddling me
Coal miner, pressure diamonds me drilling deep
Deep, so deep you scream CT
That's me, it's Wimbledon time.
Then we fuss, make up,
You put on make up, as I make up
The bed
Yet I dread the make up, pretend
stories is this how how it's all destined to end?
No way, we'll replay the play
Until we both find a way
to win.