Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cookies and Cream , by - Veronica Ballestrini. Song from the album Flip Side, in the genre КантриRelease date: 16.06.2014
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Cookies and Cream |
| Well some people may say it’s too soon, |
| But if you were the sun, I’d be the moon |
| Everyday reflecting your light, |
| If we were a question, the answer would be right |
| You got me falling like autumn, |
| But you catch me in your arms |
| I can be your Lois Lane, if you’ll be my Clark, |
| I don’t know how you do what you do |
| But I think that I’m in love with you… |
| You got me laughing in my sleep |
| My hearts skipping to a brand new beat |
| I’m whistling a new tune |
| Finger snappin' the groove, |
| You’re the peanut butter to my jelly |
| You got me wishing on shooting stars |
| Oh to be right where you are |
| I’m jonesing for your time |
| You the grapes to my wine |
| You got me under some sorta spell |
| And I can’t help myself, you got me sitting here |
| Watching my cookies and cream melt. |
| I’m not one to leave ice-cream in my bowl |
| But lately your love has left me full |
| Like sugar to a tooth you’re the only thing I crave |
| The realness to the truth |
| A current to a wave |
| You got me, |
| ed like a fish ya reeling me in, |
| I can be your Faith, if you’ll be my Tim. |
| I don’t know how you do what you do, |
| But I know that I’m in love with you… |
| You got me laughing in my sleep |
| My hearts skipping to a brand new beat |
| I’m whistling a new tune |
| Finger snappin' the groove, |
| You’re the peanut butter to my jelly |
| You got me wishing on shooting stars |
| Oh to be right where you are |
| I’m jonesing for your time |
| You the grapes to my wine |
| You got me under some sorta spell |
| And I can’t help myself, you got me sitting here |
| Watching my cookies and cream melt. |
| And I can’t even begin to describe what you’re doing to me |
| My only attempt to try is by way of simile. |
| You got me laughing in my sleep |
| My hearts skipping to a brand new beat |
| I’m whistling a new tune |
| Finger snappin' the groove, |
| You’re the pop and fizzle to my pepsi |
| You got me wishing on shooting stars |
| Oh to be right where you are |
| I’m jonesing for your time |
| You the grapes to my wine |
| You got me under some sorta spell |
| And I can’t help myself, you got me sitting here |
| Watching my cookies and cream melt. |