This isn't math, it's a paragraph
It's a pot of gold in a garbage can
Should've seen the signs at Christmastime
When the mistletoe didn't make you want to make out
Honey, here's the fu*kin' truth
You'd rather be with her, and
I'd rather be with you
Oh, baby, this is the end of times
You want to call it often
I want to call you mine
You are my ice cream
You make my brain freeze
You are my ice cream
You make my brain freeze
This isn't nice, it's a bath of life
It's an open book with no words inside
I was so naive, I was so deceived
When I found out that adults are very confused
Honey, here's the fu*kin' truth
You'd rather be with her, and
I'd rather be with you
Oh, baby, this is the end of times
You want to call it often
I want to call you mine
You are my ice cream
You make my brain freeze
You are my ice cream
You make my brain freeze
If I let you go, I know you'll go, so I'll hold tightly
Lost my self-control one year ago, I feel like fighting
If I let you go, I know you'll go, so I'll hold tightly
Lost my self-control one year ago, I feel like fighting
You are my ice cream
You make my brain freeze
You are my ice cream
You make my brain freeze
This isn't math, it's a paragraph
It's a pot of gold in a garbage can
Should've seen the signs at Christmastime
When the mistletoe didn't make you want to make out