Mika - Ice Cream |
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Ice Cream
Mika When I hear that sound, I know what's coming 'round Thirty-nine degrees, too hot for the bees The grass is turning yellow, streets are slow and mellow The faucet keeps on dripping, and the clock, it keeps on ticking The swimming pool is laughing with its shiny, bright blue teeth Laughing at my body as it's sweltering with heat The smell of colored plastic baking in the sun Sweet just like frustration, my senses on the run I want your ice cream I want it lying in the sun I want your ice cream I want it melting on my tongue I want your ice cream I want it, whatcha waiting for? Ice cream, every bite All I want is more Filling up the car, the red door burns my thigh How is this place still standing with temperatures so hot? Air and ground so heavy, thick with gasoline My hands won't keep me steady, hotter than I've ever been The swimming pool is laughing with it's shiny, bright blue teeth Laughing at my body as it's sweltering with heat The smell of colored plastic baking in the sun Sweet just like frustration, my senses on the run I want your ice cream I want it lying in the sun I want your ice cream I want it melting on my tongue I want your ice cream I want it, whatcha waiting for? Ice cream, every bite All I want is more I want your ice cream I want it lying in the sun I want your ice cream I want it melting on my tongue I want your ice cream I want it lying in the sun I want your ice cream I want it melting on my tongue I want your ice cream I want it, whatcha waiting for? Ice cream, every bite All I want is more |
