well there's nothing quite like ice cream
when milk, ice and sugar get together
they whisper secrets you should never tell
but if you keep it to yourself
and there's nothing quite like moving
to bring you to your knees
you'll get knocked down over and over
by the slightest gentle push of summer breeze
I'm unpacking that blanket that we kept at the foot of the bed
and when that old clock radio would scream
we would lift it up over our heads
and then we'd stay right here
and I still have that dream sometimes
where there's water everywhere
we're not sure if we should swim in it but we try
can we make it to the other side?
well I never did like ice cream much
and then I got used to sweetness and sugar
fed to me on a silver spoon
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