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?