Icicles on my spine
My boots feel empty
I see the world around me
Through the corners of my eyes
White girls lied to me
No great surprise at all
When I think of what you mean to me
I shake and then I fall
Lost control again today
You're not one of them
You're pure
You're something special
Yeah that's for sure
You are my electric
Got a black jag for you
And that's why I call you
My sweet vanilla blue
Lost control again today
