I Scream For Ice Cream

Robin Thicke's bedroom voice reminds me of you And I realize there were good times When you spoke to me in low tones Deep low tones And I must admit that every time I hear Robin Thicke... I smile and get tingly all over You were a good lover. People tell me that I don't know because I have only had one taste of freedom But do I have to drink castor oil to know that ice cream sundaes are good under the sun on Florida Sundays? Do I have to wake up mourning to know that I have a reason to be thankful in the morning? Do I have to have a piece of pain to know that I feel good when I am at peace. Maybe their problem is that it took them twenty men to arrive there and I only needed once. Thank you for that moment that has satisfied me for a life time.