Salted Caramel Ice Cream

She's sparkling, like a fresh glass of Perrier She's happy like my birthday My birthday, oui tout à fait She's like a dream Salted caramel ice cream She's bubbling, like the water in my kettle She's the sting in a nettle The drummer in my metal band She's like a dream Salted caramel ice cream Oh, god, she's coming Don't look up I've got to do this I've got to do it right I've got to do it right She's glistening Like a fresh minted quarter She's the squash in my water She's so posh may I court her, ma'am She's like a dream Salted caramel ice cream Oh, god, she's coming Don't look up I've got to do this I've got to do it right I've got to do it right I've got to do it right I've got to do it right