Snow

Do you think of me like snow, cool slippery and white

Do you think of me like jazz, as hip as black as night

Do you think of me like line, summer sheets on which you sleep

Do you think of me like ink, skinny words you want to keep

Do you think of me like fat, irresistible as cream

On your lips on your hips like chocolate like a dream

Oh to be the moon

A diamond you can't resist

The space between the stars do you think of me like this

Do you think of me like crack, illegally refined

Sunglass for your eyes, do you think that love is blind

Do you think of me like salt, do you taste me in your tears

Do you think of me like oil, filthy rich my dear

I think of you like food, I think of you like wine

I shouldn't lick my fingers, I'm drinking all the time

I think of you like paint flesh tones and pink

I think of you like rhyme so much it makes me think

I'm mad about you

Do you think of me like sand warm southern fire

Take me with you in the dark and secret in your mind

Do you think of me like snow school starting in the fall

Do you think of me in spring do you think of me at all?