Do you think of me like snow, cool slippery and white
Do you think of me Like jazz, as hip as black as night
Do you think of me Like line, summer sheets on which you sleep

Do you think of me Like ink, skinny words you want to keep
Do you think of me Like fat, irresistible as cream
On your lips on your hips like chocolate like a dream

Oh to be the moon
A diamond you can't resist
The space between the stars do you think of me like this


Do you think of me Like crack, illegally refined
Sunglass for your eyes, do you think that love is blind

Do you think of me Like salt, do you taste me in your tears
Do you think of me Like oil, filthy rich my dear


Solo

Br) I think of you like food, I think of you like wine

I shouldn't lick my fingers, i'm drinking all the time
I think of you like paint flesh tones and pink
I think of you like rhyme so much it makes me think

I'm mad about you

Do you think of me Like sand warm southern fire

Take me with you in the dark and secret in your mind
Do you think of me Like snow school starting in the fall
Do you think of me In spring do you think of me at all?