K. Flay - Ice Cream Lyrics
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Ice Cream
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What Are The Lyrics For Ice Cream By K. Flay?
This isn't math, it's a paragraph
It's a pot of gold in a garbage can Should've seen the signs at Christmastime When the mistletoe didn't make you want to make out Honey, here's the fuckin' truth You'd rather be with her, and I'd rather be with you Oh, baby, this is the end of times You want to call it often I want to call you mine You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze This isn't nice, it's a bath of ice It's an open book with no words inside I was so naive, I was so deceived When I found out that adults are very confused Honey, here's the fuckin' truth You'd rather be with her, and I'd rather be with you Oh, baby, this is the end of times You want to call it often I want to call you mine You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze If I let you go, I know you'll go, so I'll hold tightly Lost my self-control one year ago, I feel like fighting If I let you go, I know you'll go, so I'll hold tightly Lost my self-control one year ago, I feel like fighting You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze You are my ice cream You make my brain freeze This isn't math, it's a paragraph It's a pot of gold in a garbage can Should've seen the signs at Christmastime When the mistletoe didn't make you want to make out |
Who Wrote Ice Cream By K. Flay?
Kristine Flaherty, Nick Long, Tom Schleiter
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What's The Duration Of The Ice Cream By K. Flay?The duration of Ice Cream is 3:43 minutes and seconds. |
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