Ba-da ba-da daaa~
Sweet like vanilla sky~ oh~
Mm, sugar on my mind~
I walked into that corner cafe,
Heat in the air, a July kind of day.
Then I saw you with a double swirl cone,
Like a dream dipped in honeycomb.
You smiled like you knew the score,
Chocolate drip on the marble floor.
I said, “Hey, got room for one more?”
You laughed and said, “What you waiting for?”
You’re my ice cream, baby, melting my blues,
Soft and sweet with a strawberry fuse.
Scoop by scoop, I’m falling through,
You don’t play fair, but I melt for you.
We strolled past dusty record shops,
Jazz in the air and your cherry top.
You said, “Life’s like flavors — try them all,”
Then kissed me quick before it could fall.
Your hands were cold, but your touch was fire,
Spinning me ‘round like a vinyl flyer.
Never liked dessert before,
Now I’m knocking on your candy store.
You’re my ice cream, baby, melting my blues,
Soft and sweet with a caramel groove.
One more taste, I’m stuck like glue,
You don’t play fair, but I melt for you.
Ooh, dripping down like jazz in June,
Your love plays smooth like a saxophone tune.
Let the world fade, let it all dissolve,
In your sugar spell, I lose control...
You don’t play fair...
But I melt for you—doo-ba doo~