My baby's got it wrong-
She thinks she tastes like vinegar,
And that she's made of acid that will burn you from the inside out.
When really she's sweeter than the candy she eats,
And the taste of her makes my jaw ache.

My baby's got it wrong-
She thinks her tongue is a weapon that's been forged in her faults,
And that the iron of her heart is still smoldering angrily from the heat.
When really her kiss cools the fever in my head,
And she soothes the burns on my mind.

My baby's got it wrong-
She thinks she goes down like a pill that's swallowed dry,
And that her love gets caught in my throat.
When really she glides across my tongue like cough syrup,
And I think she's curing me of the cold that's in my heart.