I brought you back some chocolates
But they weren't made of chocolates
They were made of the shapes of my mouth when I'm talking to you, ooh
All things I'd like to talk to you about
Oh oh oh
And on the way home they all melted, so
I brought you back some chocolates
But they weren't made of chocolates
They were made of cream skinned off my dreams of you
And other things while I was gone
All things I like to talk to you about
Oh oh oh and on the way home they all melted, so
Oh home oh home oh home oh home
And they were made of cream skinned off my dreams of you