Vanilla showers
That taste like flowers?
You ask as if I’m bringing down the towers.
Are you so scared
That I forgot your scent?
Baby, I’m just playing 50 cent.
Inside my heart,
The mind plays this part
That tells me when to start
Forgetting we’re apart.
So no vanilla here, today.
Instead, with raspberries I’ll play.
It’s not alright, but it’s ok,
Just like Whitney would say.