I'm not a silhouette,
You can notice, then forget,
When the light is on,
And you're getting out of bed.
I have a 3rd dimension,
I also have several questions,
That spin and spin,
Inside my rubber head.
I'm not a cigarette,
You can smoke and then regret,
When I'm snubbed out,
And I'm crumpled on the floor.
I'm at the other end,
Of the spectrum so let's pretend,
For a minute,
That I'm bad for you as well.
You Are ice cream baby,
So cold.
But i will melt you,
From your body to your blood and to your soul.
But if you stop,
Get off your high horse and control yourself,
I could forgive you.
Yeah.
I'm not a vignette,
A nameless, faceless drunken bet,
I've had a name and face,
For quite some time.
I'm not a piece to be collected,
Dropped and broken,
Then ejected,
When all my bits together they don't fit.
You Are ice cream baby,
So cold.
But I will melt you,
From your body to your blood and to your soul.
But if you stop,
Get off your high horse and control yourself,
I could forgive you.
Yeah.