Vanilla کے بول

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)