I see you there, savoring a fruit tea In a coffee shop – You’re such a rebel. I see you there (please stop staring at me) In your flocculent, apricot sweater.
You look embraceable – like a pillow, Like a dream that I could fall down in to. I’d love to get stuck under your arms, though, Like I was boxed within your caresses.
You amuse me – but I’ve been pricked often By the hidden thorns of other roses That you can’t see until you reach for them. Tell me, what type of sweet rebel are you?
You’re soft and sweet but you’re drawing me in so strongly – you’ve got me sick with a fever. I just keep spinning around in circles Straight to you – you’ve got me sick with a fever.
I guzzled you in like cups of cola And now my mind is sick – I’ve got a fever. Your purple sweetness – drops of vanilla – Now my mind goes black cuz I have a fever.
You draw me in – you draw me in so close. And I’m back for more cuz I have a fever.