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I'm not a cigarette,
You can smoke and then regret,
When I'm snubbed out,
And I'm crumpled on the floor.

I'm at the other end,
Of the spectrum so let's pretend,
For a minute,
That I'm bad for you as well.

You Are ice cream baby,
So cold.
But i will melt you,
From your body to your blood and to your soul.

But if you stop,
Get off your high horse and control yourself,
I could forgive you.
Yeah.
I'm not a vignette,
A nameless, faceless drunken bet,
I've had a name and face,
For quite some time.

I'm not a piece to be collected,
Dropped and broken,
Then ejected,
When all my bits together they don't fit.

You Are ice cream baby,
So cold.
But I will melt you,
From your body to your blood and to your soul.

But if you stop,
Get off your high horse and control yourself,
I could forgive you.
Yeah.