I brought you back some chocolates   But they weren't made of chocolates   They were made of the shapes of my mouth when I'm talking to you, ooh   All things I'd like to talk to you about.      Oh, oh, oh   And on the way home they all melted, so   I brought you back some chocolates   But they weren't made of chocolates   They were made of cream skinned off my dreams of you   And other things while i was gone      Oh, oh, oh   And on the way home they all melted, so   Oh home, oh home, oh home, oh home   And they were made of cream skinned off my dreams of you.