Ice Cream - MIKA, Wideboys

When I hear that sound, I know what’s coming 'round

Thirty-nine degrees, too hot for the bees

The grass is turning yellow

Streets are slow and mellow

The faucet keeps on dripping

And the clock, it keeps on ticking

The swimming pool is laughing with its shiny, bright blue teeth

Laughing at my body as it’s sweltering with heat

The smell of colored plastic baking in the sun

Sweet just like frustration, my senses on the run

I want your ice cream

I want it lying in the sun

I want your ice cream

I want it melting on my tongue

I want your ice cream

I want it, whatcha waiting for?

Ice cream, every bite

All I want is more

Ice cream

Filling up the car, the red door burns my thigh

How is this place still standing with temperatures so high?

Air and ground so heavy, thick with gasoline

My hands won’t keep me steady, hotter than I’ve ever been

The swimming pool is laughing with it’s shiny, bright blue teeth

Laughing at my body as it’s sweltering with heat

The smell of colored plastic baking in the sun

Sweet just like frustration, my senses on the run

I want your ice cream

I want it lying in the sun

I want your ice cream

I want it melting on my tongue

I want your ice cream

I want it, whatcha waiting for?

Ice cream, every bite

All I want is more

Ice cream

You scream

I want your ice cream

I want it lying in the sun

I want your ice cream

I want it melting on my tongue

I want your ice cream

I want it lying in the sun

I want your ice cream

I want it melting on my tongue

I want your ice cream

I want it, whatcha waiting for?

Ice cream, every bite

All I want is more