Vanilla - The Maine

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

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

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)