Ice Cream

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 is the ****in' 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 off, and

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 lies

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 is the ****in' 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 off, and

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