Vanilla de The Maine

You're still plain and fickle
Looks like I dont you
And you dont know me at all

But your lips' taste is so simple
Like a spoon full of
Vanilla flavoured ice cream, my love

I know I'm not made of lace
And lace and potpourri
But there's nobody like me

You're boring, just face it
At your best you're still basic
You're everything I hate about our youth
I'm lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
Dont ever, dont ever
Dont you dare ever call me vanilla

I'm a mixture of water and bone
Not a clone or a stepping stone

See, I am a lot of thing
But I can assure you I'm not what is they say I am

Not lace, not pout-porri (nobody like me)

You're boring, just face it
At your best you're still basic
You're everything I hate about our youth
I'm lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
Dont ever, dont ever
Dont you dare ever call me

So what's the matter, pretty pretty?
It really is a pity your flavour of choice
I know that this may be a risk
But, but it's the flavour boys

You're boring, so just face it
At your best oh you're still faceless
You're everything I hate about our youth
I am lost and hysteric
Anything but generic
And I never, I never
I never wanna be called
Vanilla (don't you call me vanilla, no, no, no)