Alan doesn't understand her,
He only thinks in numbers,
He only drinks in restaurants
Where the girls are fully covered,
And he can't trust his yearnings,
And he doesn't like pretending,
His tempers stretched so much by work
His heart needs gentle rending.
He calls her the Chocolate Girl,
'Cause he thinks she melts when he touches her,
She knows she's the Chocolate Girl,
'Cause she's broken up and swallowed,
And wrapped in bits of silver.
Alan doesn't understand this,
He says he's only human,
So he still lights up with old flames,
As if to try and prove it
And he doesn't like emotion,
He's not certain of their ardour,
If pouting causes so much fun,
Then breaking hearts is harder.
He calls her the Chocolate Girl,
'Cause he thinks she melts when he touches her,
She knows she's the Chocolate Girl,
'Cause she's broken up and swallowed,
And wrapped in bits of silver.
Alan doesn't understand her,
He thinks its getting harder,
So he spends the night with old friends,
Underneath the covers.
And he talks about the Chocolate Girl,
And how he thinks she melts when he touches her,
And that she knows she's the Cocolate Girl,
'Cause she's broken up and swallowed,
And wrapped in bits of silver.
He calls her the Chocolate Girl,
'Cause he thinks she melts when he touches her,
She knows she's the Chocolate Girl,
'Cause she's broken up and swallowed,
And wrapped in bits of silver.
Words and Music - Ricky Ross