Ala Mode Songtext
von Mindless Self Indulgence

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 fucking around
I'm as 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

Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa

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 fucking 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

Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa

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

Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa