You're like iodine chasing all the storms away
You're like a black-ops licorice masquerade
You're like a buzz that's looking for a bee
You're like a tack in a paper-clip factory to me

You're like a trance for looking at a better way
You're like a test maze keeping all the me's at bay
You're like a play that's like a pen
You're like M.C. Escher but a ten

You're like iodine chasing all the storms away
You're like a black-ops licorice masquerade
You're like a buzz that's looking for a bee
You're like a tack in a paper-clip factory to me

You're like a diatribe calling on a quest for me
You're like the ideal rainy day activity
You're like a sine, emphasis in green
You're like lady bugs turning into jelly beans

You're like iodine chasing all the storms away
You're like a black-ops licorice masquerade
You're like a buzz that's looking for a bee
You're like a tack in a paper-clip factory to me