Keep your sundaes,
syrup, wafers, and all.
Keep your orange popsicle.
Keep your ice cream sandwich,
your swirly vanilla cone.
For I've got something better.
One-hundred-percent fruit juice
is waiting for me at home.
And my icy slurping will be healthier than yours
even though I'll slurp alone.
♫Interlude♫
Summer's heat... sweat is running down me
as I climb the black concrete.
Anger's good 'cause it stops self-doubt
but something cold in nature's what I need.
I know only too well
what I should and shouldn't eat.
But just like love, it doesn't have to be wrong,
To be utterly delicious and sweet.
Now I'm by myself no more,
no longer, like you, a sadly bloated casualty...
So keep your Italian gelato,
your sorbets and your cloudlike scoops.
Go ahead. Eat. Play. It's a beautiful day.
But all I need is frozen fruit juice.
New and improved version:
Keep your sundaes,
syrup, wafers, and all.
Keep your orange popsicle.
Keep your ice cream sandwich,
your swirly vanilla cone.
For I've got something better.
One-hundred-percent fruit juice
is waiting at home.
And my icy slurping will be healthier than yours
even though I'll slurp alone.
♫Interlude♫
Summer's heat: sweat is running down me
as I climb the black concrete.
Anger's good 'cause it stops self-doubt
but something colder's what I need.
Through breakouts of acne and agonizing guilt
I know what I should and shouldn't eat.
But just like love, it doesn't have to be wrong
To be utterly delicious and sweet.
Now I'm by myself no more,
no longer, like you, a sadly bloated casualty...
So keep your Italian gelato,
your sorbets and your cloudlike scoops.
Go ahead. Munch your chocolate chip cookie dough.
But all I'll have is frozen fruit juice.



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