She tastes like caramel No, I can’t help myself She tastes like caramel No, I can’t help myself
Her name was Fantasy, she walked right up to me And told me not to worry, she’s a part of destiny Call me Your Majesty, she made me kneel She waved her hand at me like she was on the Champs-Élysées
You should make it work You should make it work You should make it work For your gold bars
She tastes like caramel No, I can’t help myself She tastes like caramel Mademoiselle, my mademoiselle
She said she’s old school when it comes to me Her engagement rules not what you think they’d be She likes to unwind just like a lover should She likes to take her time to make you feel good
You should make it work You should make it work You should make it work For your gold bars
She tastes like caramel No, I can’t help myself She tastes like caramel Mademoiselle, my mademoiselle
Like, like caramel My, my mademoiselle
You should make it work You should make it work You should make it work For your gold bars
You should make it work You should make it work You should make it work For your gold bars
She tastes like caramel No, I can’t help myself She tastes like caramel Mademoiselle, my mademoiselle