Sweet Vanilla Songtext / Lyric

Chapman



Sitting alone in a bar-room, sipping my last glass of beer

My money's gone out of the window and I don't know anyone here

I'm ready to go when a hand slips in mine and a voice whispers low

"Darling slip to the bar here's a ten to see you through",

Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are

Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are






Hungrily searching the kitchen my ice-box's empty again

That candle replacing the light bulb, I guess dinners a white waxy thing

Just as I make the decision on whether to see or whether to starve

Her voice calls down the hallway

"Dinner is booked it's not too far"

Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are

Oh sweet vanilla, what a winner you are



I'm caught unaware in a cloudburst, stuck with no change of clothes

It's cold in this rusty old building, the heating went off long ago

It isn't surprising my temperature's rising I'm feeling quite ill

Then like a rainbow she comes in the doorway and gone is the chill

Oh sweet vanilla, you are a winner for real

Oh sweet vanilla, you are a winner for real

Oh sweet vanilla, you're a winner