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 (repeats)
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
that`s why I call you
my sweet vanilla blue
