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
that's why i call you
my sweet vanilla blue