I will talk to no one
if they don't like vanilla
if the light's too bright
and they like to keep
a close watch on the time

the way I move is slow
and carefully I try to be
I don't hurt no soul
and never have I tried to make one feel sad
and I clear your head of all that makes you blue

everyone I know is standing on his head
everyone I meet is playing hard to get
give me something more
give me something sweet
like vanilla

my ugly features never match
with the things I feel inside myself
my ugly features never match
with the things I feel inside myself

I'm too small to make one fall
but I do like vanilla
and I seem to brighten up a lonely face

when I speak it's slow
and no one seems to hear a word
I just can't control
what I try to say
but I am gentle
and I clear your head of all that makes you blue


(c) 1990 Commedia / BMG Ariola Belgium nv/sa
tekst: Els Helewaut / muziek: Hans Helewaut