Ice Cream
Hey, Rossy
So I meet you after class
Get some Ice Cream at the place
You make me feel so light
Like we're in outer space
I love Ice Cream, I love you
I'm gonna get a taste
I don't care which one
But I want some on my face
Then I'll take you out to play
So we rent some roller blades
Bumpin' 80's music
Like we're Gravy, Baby, Y2K
In the back of my car
I don't really know what I should say
So I give you a french kiss
And I put on my beret
You're like Holly Flax, and I'm like Michael Scott up in The Office
Don't care about the PDA; I just wanna kiss
Don't care about the haters
They just wanna stop this
Don't do this much
You could call me a novice
When I'm with you it's a dream that stays until you leave
You surprise me with those tricks all up in your sleeve
I love you a lot
You're the Alex to my Steve
I been thinking of this moment since like 2017
Your perfume entrances me
I can't control myself
I find myself thinking of you
I might need some help
But the medicine is you
I'm looking at the shelf
I grab you and I know I would choose you over some wealth
I'm thinking of my future and I know I see you in it
I want you in my life, girl
Every single minute
If this life is a game
I know we're gonna win it
I wanna keep you happy
I don't wanna see you livid
You're my baby angel sent to me from all the Heavens
Whenever I'm near you, I swear I can feel your presence
On Christmas Day I open you, cause you're my only present
I'm speaking of the future, but I'm livin' in the present
You could be with anyone
But you chose me, girl
I'm not tryna simp
But I swear you're my whole world
I'll buy out every store
Get you all the ice and pearls
You make me wanna dance, so I think I gotta twirl
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
So I meet you after class
Get some Ice Cream at the place
You make me feel so light
Like we're in outer space
I love Ice Cream, I love you
I'm gonna get a taste
I don't care which one
But I want some on my face
Then I'll take you out to play
So we rent some roller blades
Bumpin' 80's music
Like we're Gravy, Baby, Y2K
In the back of my car
I don't really know what I should say
So I give you a french kiss
And I put on my beret
You're like Holly Flax, and I'm like Michael Scott up in The Office
Don't care about the PDA; I just wanna kiss
Don't care about the haters
They just wanna stop this
Don't do this much
You could call me a novice
When I'm with you it's a dream that stays until you leave
You surprise me with those tricks all up in your sleeve
I love you a lot
You're the Alex to my Steve
I been thinking of this moment since like 2017
Your perfume entrances me
I can't control myself
I find myself thinking of you
I might need some help
But the medicine is you
I'm looking at the shelf
I grab you and I know I would choose you over some wealth
I'm thinking of my future and I know I see you in it
I want you in my life, girl
Every single minute
If this life is a game
I know we're gonna win it
I wanna keep you happy
I don't wanna see you livid
You're my baby angel sent to me from all the Heavens
Whenever I'm near you, I swear I can feel your presence
On Christmas Day I open you, cause you're my only present
I'm speaking of the future, but I'm livin' in the present
You could be with anyone
But you chose me, girl
I'm not tryna simp
But I swear you're my whole world
I'll buy out every store
Get you all the ice and pearls
You make me wanna dance, so I think I gotta twirl
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Credits
Writer(s): Ross Yenerich
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