Mindless Self Indulgence Lyric Book

Ala Mode

I like my girls like my women

And my women like my girls

With ice cream on their ass

And my dick in their world

I ain't fuckin' around

I'm serious as school teachers

I got 31 flavors to make you a believer, baby

Want it, need it, à la mode

Serve that shit fucking cold

I can't stand it when it's all alone

'Cause everything is better when it's à la mode

When you gang bang and take money from banks

You only have yourself and your fucking guns to thank

And when you're popped, locked, stopped and arrested by the cops

You can make it fuckin' better with some ice cream on the top now, baby

Want it, need it, à la mode

Serve that shit fucking cold

I can't stand it when it's all alone

'Cause everything is better when it's à la mode

(Coffee

Candy

Pistachio nut

Burgundy

Cherry

Butterscotch

Chocolate chip

Lemon crisp

French vanilla with a peppermint twist)

You're going to jail? Ice cream will fix it

You don't have a life? Ice cream will fix it

You make bad decisions? Ice cream will fix it

You don't have a job? Ice cream will fix it

You can't find love? Ice cream will fix it

You're a failure? Ice cream will fix it

Everyone hates you? Ice cream will fix it

Everyone hates you

(I want sprinkles on that shit)

Want it, need it, à la mode

Serve that shit fucking cold

I can't stand it when it's all alone

'Cause everything is better when it's à la mode