You like me bland, tasteless like your coffee
You put three or four sugar in your cup
You don't want to taste the reality
You want me the same way sweet and up beat
But I come hot, raw and quiet and you don't like it this way
And even if my taste changes for a moment
The time we sit down and sip a drink
I'd go back to me, as soon as I can be
And you don't like it, you think I'm too bold and cold
I think you should cut on fat and sugar