Black Flies

Black flies swarm at the dairy dreme
They'll die for the taste of something sweet
Face up in the tubs of soft ice cream
Melting in the summer heat
Don’t you remember?

We used to go to the dairy dreme
We sit outside and share ice cream
As the bugs drink the blood from our bare feet
'Cause you and me, we were so sweet

Don't you remember, darling?

We used to go to the dairy dreme
I was so sweet then, you'd have died for me
So we made love in the summer heat
Behind the dairy dreme