Flavourless
You say you want me
To be the flavour of the month
And lick my ice cream cone.
You say you are a cherry popsicle,
Youthfully frozen in time to please me.
I say, I don‘t need to be
A tasty treat,
Because I am already "I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't"
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
Flavourless
You say you want me
To be the flavour of the month
And lick my ice cream cone.
You say you are a cherry popsicle,
Youthfully frozen in time to please me.
I say, I don‘t need to be
A tasty treat,
Because I am already "I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't"
