Cold as ice, just like my vodka sprite
Check the price, sorry I like what I like
Is this love, not what I'm dreaming of
Take a sip, need more ice in my cup
It's 3 in the morning, these walls come caving in
I can't see what's important, there's ice on my [?]
Stick and poke, life a joke
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I don't know, where to go
Please help
Intro was written by Eamon Emile Stokan.