You're still plain and fickle
Looks like I don't know you
And you don't know me at all
But your lips taste is so simple
Like a spoonful 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, 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 nor 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?
It really is a pity your flavor of choice
I know that this may be risk
But, but it's the flavour boys

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