I’m the cola, sweet and bright,

Fizzin’ dreams in neon light.

You’re the ice, so cold, so bold,

Freezin’ every word I told.

But guess what, darling — not for long,

You’ll melt inside my summer song.

You’re just a cube in my glass,

But I got bubbles, got that sass.

You chill the drink, but I set the tone —

I make the party, you just moan.

So don’t pretend that you’re so strong,

I’ll sip you down before too long.

You’ll crack, you’ll drip, then disappear —

I’ll raise my glass and toast: “Cheers!”

You sit there stiff — a frosty block,

A stone-cold heart in soda shock.

But honey, I’m a sugar storm,

I wrap you up, I make you warm.

Stay till Monday, don’t you bail,

Let’s go flat or let’s derail.

You’re ice, I’m fizz — we clash, we dance,

But I won’t miss this melting chance.

You're just a cube, don’t try to fight —

I’ll drown you in my cola light.

You freeze my touch? Well, I explode —

Sweet pop love in overload.

So come on, cube, embrace your fate —

You’re in my drink… and it tastes great. 🥂