Vanilla

You said I'm plain and fickle
Looks like I don't you
And you don't know me at all

But your lips taste so simple
Like a spoonful of vanilla flavored 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, face it
At your best you're still basic
You're everything I hate about our youth
I'm lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
Don't ever, don't ever
Don't you dare ever call me vanilla

I'm a mixture of water and bone
Not a clone or a stepping stone

See, I am a lot of thing
But I can assure you I'm not what it is they say I am

Not lace, not pout-porri (nobody like me)

You're boring, face it
At your best you're still basic
You're everything I hate about our youth
I'm lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
Don't ever, don't ever
Don't you dare ever call me

So what's the matter, pretty, pretty?
Really is a pity your flavour of choice
I know that this maybe a whisper
But it's just our voice
And it says, and it says, oh it says, yeah it says

You're boring, so just face it
At your best oh you're still faceless
You're everything I hate about our youth
I am 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)