You're still plain and fickle. Looks like I don't know you. And you don't know me at all. But your lips taste is so simple. Like a spoonful of vanilla flavoured ice cream my love. I know I'm not made of lace. And lace and potpourri. But there's nobody like me!. You're boring face it. At your best you're still basic. You're everything I hate about our youth. I'm lost and hysteric anything but generic. Don't ever don't ever!. Don't you dare ever call me vanilla. I'm a mixture of water and bone. Not a clone nor a stepping stone. See I am a lot of things. But I can assure you I'm not what it is they say I am. Not lace nor potpourri. Nobody like me!. You're boring face it. At your best you're still basic. You're everything I hate about our youth. I'm lost and hysteric anything but generic. Don't ever don't ever!. Don't you dare ever call me. So what's the matter pretty pretty?. It really is a pity your flavor of choice. I know that this may be risk. But but it's the flavour boys. You're boring so face it. At your best oh you're still faceless. You're everything I hate about our youth. I'm lost and hysteric anything but generic. And I never I never. I never wanna be called vanilla (oh no). Don't you call me vanilla (no no)