I brought you back some chocolates

But they weren't made of chocolates

They were made of the shapes of my mouth when I'm talking to you, ooh

All things I'd like to talk to you about.



Oh, oh, oh

And on the way home they all melted, so

I brought you back some chocolates

But they weren't made of chocolates

They were made of cream skinned off my dreams of you

And other things while i was gone



Oh, oh, oh

And on the way home they all melted, so

Oh home, oh home, oh home, oh home

And they were made of cream skinned off my dreams of you.