Salted Caramel Ice Cream - Metronomy

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, mate, I called 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, right

I've got to do it right, right

I've got to do it right