Holding me firm with his fingers,
Lifting me slowly and grand
Chilling Me Frosty in the fridge
Icing his warm lips on my ridge,
Misty reflections in his eyes,
Chilling Me Frosty in the fridge..

He grabs my handle, gently
Sips my contents with style
I'm pleased and proud to serve him
Unthirst him for a while
I am all his to enjoy..
He makes my white foam rise..

I'm the right glass for my master
Beautiful, tall, crystal clear
Chilling Me Frosty in the fridge
Icing his warm lips on my ridge,
Making me sweaty in his hands,
Chilling Me Frosty in the fridge..

He sips my golden lager,
I'm from his favorite set
Love how his strong hands hold me
So cozy we can get..
I know that when he's finished,
He'll frost me up again..

Squeezing me firm with his fingers,
(so fine, so fine)
Lifting me slowly and grand
(Great times, great times)
Chilling Me Frosty in the fridge
Icing his warm lips on my ridge
Misty reflections in his eyes,
He chills me frosty in the fridge..

I'm the glass mug for my master
Beautiful, tall, crystal clear
Chilling Me Frosty in the fridge
Icing his warm lips on my ridge,
I'm getting sweaty in his hands,
Chilling Me Frosty in the fridge..

Chilling...Me...Frosty...