Frith Hilton - Popsicle lyrics

Cubes in my coffee
Popsicle icicle
I'll take a blow for that smile
Cubes in my coffee
Popsicle icicle
I'll take a blow for that smile
Now she's screaming
Putrid

She likes it when I'm silent
So I prise my heart out
Seat her in it's silence
A paste of a taste
Now she's pacing for a real taste
I’ma bend it
Let her watch as it wrings out

Tick tick
Tick out
She never has it
A pert with a penchant for a distaste
With the hidden lights out
Think I just hit the LED
Overflow beam on the box
I’ma wrong it out

Oh oh
Popsiclе in my hand again
Oh oh oh
I like it
Lick it
Lick it
Lick it

Cubes in my coffee
Popsicle iciclе
I'll take a blow for that smile
Cubes in my coffee
Popsicle icicle
I'll take a blow for that smile
Oh oh
Now she's screaming
Putrid
Oh oh oh

Her citrus hue got me seated on this ice
With a smirk slithery reeling on the sides
Cheeky awe
Reeling on
Batty sore

I keep on bleating
Bleat bleat
A pert with a penchant for a distaste
With the hidden lights out
Think I just hit the LED
Overflow beam on the box
I’ma wrong it out

Oh oh
Popsicle in my hand again
Oh oh oh
I like it
Lick it
Lick it
Lick it

Cubes in my coffee
Popsicle icicle
I'll take a blow for that smile
Cubes in my coffee
Popsicle icicle
I'll take a blow for that smile
Oh oh
Now she's screaming
Putrid
Oh oh oh