You are like...
You are like...
Coca-cola,
Only flat,
Still sweet,
But my taste buds aren't being attacked.
No dreadful carbonation,
Stinging,
Biting,
Burning,
In a rush of passion that's bound to run out.
You are like...
Clementine peels,
A bit dried out,
Your smell's intoxicating,
It just makes me want to shout!
No more worries,
Dark,
Sad,
And melancholy.
Everything's resolved when I catch your scent.
You are like...
A bunch of metaphors,
That I invented,
They're kind of silly,
Oh well.
Coca-cola,
Only flat,
Still sweet,
But my taste buds aren't being attacked.
No dreadful carbonation,
Stinging,
Biting,
Burning,
In a rush of passion that's bound to run out.
You are like...
Clementine peels,
A bit dried out,
Your smell's intoxicating,
It just makes me want to shout!
No more worries,
Dark,
Sad,
And melancholy.
Everything's resolved when I catch your scent.
You are like...
A bunch of metaphors,
That I invented,
They're kind of silly,
Oh well.