Ice-Cream
Oh ice-cream, Oh ice-cream
You are made of ice
Oh ice-cream, Oh ice-cream
You are really nice.
Your name is vanilla,
Your name is strawberry
Your name is cream
of what we really dream.
Oh ice-cream, Oh ice-cream
you are very cold
So cold, So cold that you are often
promptly sold.
Copyright © Gargi Saha | Year Posted 2008
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