You're still in pain and fickle
Looks like I dont you
And you dont know me at all
But your lips' taste is so simple
Like a spoon full 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, complacent
At your best you're still basic
You're everything I hate about our youth
I'm lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
Dont ever, dont ever
Dont you dare ever call me vanilla
I'm a mixture of water and bone
Not a comb or a stepping stone
See, I am a lot of thing
But I can assure you I'm not what is they say I am
Not lace, not pout-porri (nobody like me)
You're boring, complacent
At your best you're still basic
You're everything I hate about our youth
I'm lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
Dont ever, dont ever
Dont you dare ever call me
So what's the matter, pretty pretty?
It really is a pity your flavour of choice
I know that this may be a risk
But, but it's the flavour boys
You're boring, so just facing
At your best oh you're still faces
You're everything I hate about our youth
I am m lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
And I never, I never
I never wanna be called
Vanilla (don't you call me vanilla, no, no, no)

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