Vanilla

You said I'm plain and fickle
 Looks like I don't know you and you don't know me
 At all
 But your lips taste so simple
 Like a spoonful of vanilla flavored ice cream
 My love
 I know I'm not made of lace and potpourri
 But there's nobody like me
 You're boring, 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
 Don't ever, don't ever, don't 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 things
 But I can assure you I'm not what it is they say I am
 Not lace nor potpourri
 Nobody like me
 You're boring, 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
 Don't ever, don't ever, don't you dare ever call me
 So what's the matter
 Pretty, pretty
 Really is a pity
 Your flavor of choice
 I know that this may be a whisper
 But it's just our voice
 And it says, and it says, oh it says, yeah it says
 You're boring, so just face it
 At your best, oh, you're still faceless
 Yeah, you're everything I hate about our youth
 (Oh, oh
 Oh, oh)
 I am lost and hysteric
 Anything but generic
 And I never, I never, I never want to be called vanilla
 No, no
 (Oh, oh
 Oh, oh)
 Don't you call me vanilla
 No, no, no
 (Oh, oh
 Oh, oh)