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.