Deep Froth

You choose what I drink

And I pour it down the sink

'Cause I'm drunk of you

And I get my ideas

Not from the oochy goochy

But from lettin' go

Around these

In your hot dreams

Girl, please

It's not over

Till I'm you

Tick stop

Not in December

It gives me fever, baby

Something to remember

You'll feel the fever, baby

Not in December

It gives me good times, baby

Something to remember

You'll feel the fever, baby

Ooh

Ooh, ooh

And the chorus fades

As does the greyscale shades

Of time with you

And color returns

And brings the tragic magic

As we're letting go

Around these

And our cheap thrills

Girl, you please

It's not over

Till the slow dance stops

Not in December

It gives me fever, baby

Something to remember

You'll feel the fever, baby

Not in December

It gives me fever, baby

Something to remember

You'll feel the fever, baby

Ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh