KaraMel, sweet as hell.
You can kiss, but you cant tell.
KaraMel, sweet as hell.
You can kiss, but you cant tell.
You know you make my heart beat a rhythm thats so damn sweet.
But being sweet aint part of your game.
Just a bad day, a latte, a sweet pain.
You convince me, I got on your train to sunshine lane.
What do you wear to a Hollywood funeral?
What do I care? Its the same as usual!
Lalada. Lalada. Lalada.
Your love is sugar free, zero calories.
Its not sweet to me, cause its fiery.
You are my fire in life, all I desire in life.
But your loves no good.
Welcome toHollywood.
You know you make my heart sing.
Its sweeter than any damn thing.
But being sweet aint how you play.
Just a bad day, a latte, a summer rain washed me.
I got on your train to sunshine to lane.
What do you wear to a Hollywood funeral?
What do I care? Its the same as usual!
Lalada. Lalada. Lalada.
What do you do when theres nothing left to do?
I try so hard. I cant get through to you.
Lalada. Lalada. Lalada.
Your love is sugar free, zero calories.
Its not sweet to me, cause its fiery.
You are my fire in life, all I desire in life.
But your loves no good.
Welcome toHollywood.
Hollywood!
(oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh!)
Now baby, can you lend me sugar from your cupboard?
Pretty lover.
Tick tock, baby, can I pour us some lovin for an hour?
His love was sour.
Why the hell was our love a poison recipe?
I wanted love that was sugary.
But what I got was sugar free.
Yeah, hey. Yeah, hey.
Theres nothing sugary about your love.
Theres nothing sugary about your love.
Your love is sugar free, zero calories.
Its not sweet to me, cause its fiery.
You are my fire in life, all I desire in life.
But your loves no good.
Welcome toHollywood.
Hollywood!
(oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh!)
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