Call her my Ice-lemon Cant be forgotten Head turning Sunday morning When the sun is scorching Your what I'm wanting Baby (Your what I'm wanting, Your what I'm wanting) My, My Beloved Oughta be my favorite Its the truth When I say There's no way We could Get in Into conflict (Ooh) Just wanna polka dance Need that Pokka stamp No other seasons or brands compare To the comfort of having you Wrapped around my hands Your just that good And I ain't biased I'm just playing fair Objective when i quench my thirst And when you leave cares spared Cos your cool as a winter breeze Goddamn you make me complete And lately I've been Craving something sweet Oh wont you Wont you just Wont you just come through (I call her my) Ice-lemon Cant be forgotten Head turning, Sunday morning When the sun is scorching Your what I'm wanting Baby (Your what I'm wanting, Your what I'm wanting) My, My Beloved Oughta be my favorite Its the truth When I say There's no way We could Get in Into conflict (Ooh)